chapter 8

Everly Four Days Later We held the funerals yesterday. Today, I just can't cope with work, so I’ve decided to start the mural on either side of the door leading into the old school, now the homeless shelter. I designed the sign and sent it off last night to my manufacturer. When I walk into work to find everything handled and for once, the sky showing no sign of rain, I get a head start on the mural. I have two days until the council meeting, and two days after that, I have the challenge for my father's pack. I’m a little nervous about exactly what it is I’m getting myself into with his pack, especially if it’s bankrupt like Ava believes. Yet, if I can restore a hotel to its former glory, I have no doubt I can dig the pack out of the hole my father dug. I forgot how much I enjoy drawing and painting, though the old, rendered brickwork is making it a bitch to stencil out the design with my paintbrush. I’ve done the background white, like a canvas, though standing on a ladder while it’s