Shelby felt free. She walked along the corridors that had become familiar to her in the weeks spent there. In her arms was one of the paintings she had finally completed.
She walked to one of the receiving rooms. Glancing around at its vastness. She spotted Geneva, exactly where she knew she would find her. The older woman was in a lounge chair right underneath one of the skylights, basking in the sun. Katie was not far from her, standing in one corner, seemingly doing nothing, but her eyes moved like a hawk. She was the first person to spot Shelby just as she rounded the corridor into their line of sight.
Shelby lowered her eyes and quickened her pace.
"Hello, Mum,"
