He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 228

A familiar, violent stab of pain ripped through his chest.

Grant violently slammed the sketchbook shut, desperately trying to block out the suffocating memories.

He bowed his head, resting his forehead against the freezing urn as his voice broke into a wretched rasp.

"Sienna... I'm so sorry."

"Whatever you wanted, I'll buy it for you right now, okay?"

"I'll buy all of it."

He chanted the promise over and over to the lifeless urn, his voice frantic with raw desperation.

"That K... she loves to paint, too."

A sudden, unhinged thought struck him, and a manic smile twisted his lips, his tone shifting into something terrifyingly upbeat.

"She's pretty good. Not as good as you, of course. But she can paint for you."

"I'll make her use the exact paints you wanted, to create the masterpiece you always dreamed of."

"I'll make her be your hands, your eyes. I'll make her fulfill every dream you never got to finish."

"See, Sienna? I haven't forgotten you. I'm just... finding another way to keep you right here beside me, forever."

His crazed muttering echoed through the empty lounge, sounding sickeningly morbid.

He had fully reduced K to nothing more than Sienna's stand-in—a tool he could manipulate to fill the bottomless void of his own regret.

Grant shoved the sketchbook back into the drawer, paused for a beat, and then grabbed his phone to dial Parker.

"Boss," Parker answered instantly.

Grant's voice was devoid of a single ounce of warmth. "Find the best traditional paint crafters overseas and commission the highest-grade mineral pigment set in existence. Make sure it has top-tier Lapis Lazuli & Tyrian Pigments."

Parker hesitated on the line, entirely confused as to why his boss was suddenly buying art supplies, but immediately agreed.

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