Wendy waited until her son bounded out the front door to school before slipping down the hallway towards his room. He had been holed up in there all weekend working on something after a month of sulking and moodiness, the sudden focus had given her some hope that he was moving towards some form of normalcy.
When she opened up the door to his room and saw what was painted on the drying canvas, she screamed uncontrollably, unable to stop.
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Thank you Sonya at Only100Words for the prompt!
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