Gemotions

The latest painting she’d just finished, a vibrant canvas filled with rich, swirling colors, leaned against her easel. Evelyn grinned at her work; this piece was the most brilliant yet. Her gallery showing was next week, and she was sure it would sell, a culmination of all the years of her devotion to this craft. She needed to tell her mentor, Mr. Davies, about the work.

She headed toward his studio, the old building creaking with each step. But the door was locked. She peered through the window, but the place was bare. A single piece of paper was pinned to the door. "Found the sun. Thanks. - D."

Evelyn's breath hitched in her throat. The canvas suddenly seemed heavier.