Chapter 77: Chapter 77 - Breathing Paintings

"Here is my Family."

The black cloth that had been over the painting slip to the floor.

The room was just as Belladonna had left it the day she had been here, different paintings had been pulled down and cover and the room smelt a little dusty, but this wasn't the painting she had seen the day she came in.

This painting looked different. Looked alive... somehow.

In this big frame, there were four people.

His Mother, a lean woman with piercing auburn hooded eyes that had a glint of humour in them, bold and black eyebrows, high cheek bones accompanied by a neck that looked like a bit of a stretch. Her auburn hair was made into one big cornrow, leaving only wavy strands out to cover some parts of her face.