“Oh, of course. I never gave up hope that you’d get healthy again and we’d be able to go through with that amazing show of yours.”
Tears welled in Reese’s eyes at Malia’s words. “Thank you.” Reese said softly. “Would you mind forwarding the images to me? I can give you my new email address.”
“Oh, Sweetie, tell me you didn’t lose your art in the process?” Malia asked, so much concern filling her voice.
“It’s complicated,” Reese answered. “But having the images would really help me out a lot. Would you mind?”
“Of course not,” Malia said. “What’s your new email address? I’ll send them right over to you.”
“Thanks,” Reese said, and gave her the new email address.
“Does this mean you’d be up to scheduling your show now that you’re all better?”
Reese wanted to say yes more than anything, but there was simply no way she could return home without Russell finding out. “No. I’m sorry. I had to move out of the area, and I won’t be able to come back for a while. I’m so sorry to have left you in such a lurch, Malia.”
“Don’t be silly. Your health is the most important thing. You’re so talented. I really hope we get to work together again sometime.”
“I hope so too, and thank you.” Reese ended the call and Malia’s email popped up in her inbox with over twenty images attached just seconds later. The woman was a true lifesaver.
Reese clicked on the email from the high school, and replied with her availability for an interview next week. Maybe things were finally looking up. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt a flicker of hope, but it brought with it a tinge of sadness.
Her time with Garrett was coming to an end.
