Pictures From the Past

Sanderson felt tears come to his eyes as he gazed at the painting. He knew this was the last thing she ever made for him. Bellatrix's voice drifted in from behind as the twisted witch stood beside him and said, "Are you crying?" "No," said Sanderson, wiping away tears before they had a chance to spill from the corners of his eyes. "I was just lost in thought...remembering her."