Painting A Lost Heart novel Chapter 8

I rose up and gave my grandmother a tight embrace and muttered my thanks. She patted my back and excused herself after she planted a goodnight kiss on my forehead.

The moment she shut the door behind her, I went back to checking the rest of the strongbox. I saw the picture of the house Nana was talking about a while ago. Thankfully enough, the address was written behind it. The house was a bungalow type with plenty of flowers planted on the front yard. I thought it was very much like my grandmother to plant roses and daisies.

Then an idea hit me like a thunderbolt.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Erin's phone. I was immediately connected to the other line after two rings.

"Want to come with me to Toronto?" I queried.

"Hell to the yea!" she quickly responded with gusto. "When are we leaving?"

"We'll leave in two days. Is that alright with your parents? I mean it's a quick notice."

"Em, we lived together in one apartment for eight months. They will feel better if they know I'll be with you. I think they even trust you more than their unica hija." Erin complained. Knowing her religious and strict parents, they'd always felt better whenever I was with Erin. It wouldn't be a problem.

We bid our goodbyes after planning our unplanned summer vacation. I felt both excited and scared at the same time. I was about to discover many of my father's art, and the thought of seeing a part of him with my own two eyes made me restless.

Three months would be a plenty amount of time for me to uncover my father's artwork. My hands would start to itch every time I think about the wide array of possibilities of artwork I could accomplish.

Suddenly, I couldn't sit tight anymore as excitement filled me.

I can't wait for Tuesday to come.

Toronto, ON

The moment I stepped on Toronto soil, my excitement was sky high-until I entered Nana's old house.

Oh it's beyond old, alright.

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