She went through each room and saw the same homey touches throughout. The condo had floor to ceiling windows that let in a lot of light and had an open plan Livingroom, kitchen. There was a large bedroom with a bathroom and closet attached. Without knowing it she started to shed a few tears as she walked around the house, her mother's presence was everywhere.
The last room was her favourite it was a large painting room, set up with paints, brushes, easels and canvases. She ran her long delicate fingers over the last painting her mother had painted. This has to be her favourite so far. It was an acrylic painting, on a black background an angel was falling into the abyss as two masculine hands reached out to catch her.
The painting was an indication of how her mum might have felt before her death and it also resonated with April at this moment. She wiped the stray tears on her lashes as she looked around the room.
