The sparkly epoxied countertops had been the staple of the newly renovated art room. The cabinets below painted a soft blue, a few doors of their hinges still. Paint splattered against the cool white tiles of the floor in a mess of brown mixed together by all the foot traffic through the room. Sun catchers lit the walls with speckles of rainbows as the wind outside blew softly with the autumn breeze. For a second it was calm, all the noise drowned out as I stared at the gold handled pallet knife that lay sprawled on the counter. “Ma’am?” The voice made all the noise rush back a flash of light making me blink the blissful peace away. “Ma’am we need to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.” My eyes shifted to the detective who was knelt before me a camera flashing again as I exhaled. My eyes drifted to the right where the paint mixed into the disgusting brown in a messy pool on the floor. Laying in the pool was a woman, her body painted with flowers and her mouth dripping blood into the brown pool. “My first born Emma chose the colors for my study. Do you like them?” The officer didn’t respond as I stared the woman over. Her eyes were void of like all the color drained from her skin. “She always liked flowers. She enjoyed the different colors they made.” I stood up glancing around the now solemn room. The colors complimented an array of joy and purity, the tiles once meant to cleanse negative thoughts now soaked in tragedy. Once more I looked to the officer who was now standing his eyes shut as I let out a soft laugh. “It’s too bad she had to ruin the wonderful colors she chose. Who would have thought her blood would be so dark.”