The following morning was nothing better than the wee hours. Parker and Avery were sitting around with Helena, the three staring at the painting they still brought home. [Sunken Ophelia] was in another waiting room, away from [Last Dance]. Thankfully, the latter didn't morph into something else in the dark. Helena just wondered why the two kids were still looking at [Sunken Ophelia].
Bringing her cup down, Helena spoke to them. "Parker, dear, is there something else that you'd want to do today? How about some books? Do you want me to read you a story?"
"Grandma has a story for Parker?" The girl gasped and turned to face her as if excited to hear it. Avery scooted to face the grandma as well as if they were not staring at a death threat just now.
