Chapter 9 - A Small Trembling Voice Calls Out From Behind The Easel

A faint rustling sound came from behind a tall display of potted lemon trees near the back of the greenhouse.
“Are you here to take my drawings away again, Aunt Clara?” a tiny, timid voice asked from the shadows.
Richard froze, stepping slowly around the botanical display until he stood in the open workspace area.
A little girl with wide, luminous brown eyes and dark curls sat on the floor, clutching a half-finished sketch to her chest.
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She stared up at him in absolute awe, her gaze tracing the exact sharp jawline and navy suit from her drawings.
“No, sweetheart... nobody is ever taking anything of yours away ever again,” Richard answered, his voice breaking.
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