I took her to the little guest house when we got there. There wasn’t much, but there was food in the refrigerator and it was warm.
She said, “Thanks,” and vanished inside Lexi remained in the garage for the following few days. Sometimes we ate together, and I was captivated to her fortitude.
Despite the obviously difficult life she had led, there was something about her character that captivated me. She started to open up one evening when we were having dinner together.
“I was an artist once,” she said softly. “I had a little gallery and a couple shows, but everything fell apart.” “What took place?” I inquired.
She laughed bitterly. “My spouse ejected me after leaving me for a younger lady and getting her pregnant. After that, everything just fell apart.
“I apologize,” I murmured, at a loss for words. She shrugged and said, “It’s in the past,” but I could still feel the anguish.
