Chapter 19

AMMARAH'S POV In the middle of the night- Elley Duhé I walked into the house with such a huge smile it felt illegal to have this much joy when everything else seems to be falling apart. In my hand was the canvas we started painting with Rayyan. He insisted on me finishing the last touch of the painting even when I tried to convince him otherwise. So far, the painting is a masterpiece and I don't want to ruin it. Rayyan manages to incorporate such intense emotions in his paintings, one thing I seem to lack. Having a connection with something. I didn't even have a connection with my dad until weeks before he died then found out he's my foster father. See, no connection at all. I was at the foot of the stairs struggling between my bag strapped across my chest and the canvas in my hands when I heard foot steps. I looked up and saw my mom. "Ammarah" She said tightly ascending the stairs "Where are you from? I kept quiet and looked at her knowing she knows I was not from