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“Do you think he’s single?”

“He was wearing a wedding ring.” They fall silent and I give the house one last look.

“What now?” Molly asks.

I sigh. “Let’s go home.”

Chapter Fifty-Five

“Falling apart is easy.

Rebuilding

Again is

The greatest

Challenge

Of life.”

-d.j

Warren

I miss you.

Delete.

I wish I’d seen you lately.

Delete.

How are you doing?

I waver, shaking my head back and forth, my thumb hovering over the send button. Before I can think too much of it, I press the send arrow and let out a breath.

I never thought it would be this hard to talk to Jane.

Ever since the gallery opening night, she’s been distant. Distant in the way that has me feeling like she’s done.

Maybe I pushed her so far that she just couldn’t handle the pressure anymore.

I rub a hand over my head and stand from the bench outside of work. I eye the building in front of me. Inside, the woman I love sits—working her ass off, I’m sure—while I wonder if we’ll ever get back to that easy place we once were in.

I head back to the mail room to get to work.

Ever since the show, I’ve had several pieces sell for some hefty prices. Prices that made me realize I could never actually afford to buy my own art… well, before now.

My parents beat me to the punch and bought the portrait of my mother before I could gift it to her. My dad had insisted, even though I’d told him I’d have them refund him and take the gift. They wouldn’t hear of it.

Other pieces sold as well, including the one of Rudy and the one of CT.

The only one I’d been hesitant to sell was Jane’s, so I’d put a sold sticker on it with approval from the gallery. Just for now.

Freddie was so pleased that he was having me work on more pieces to send to his galleries in LA and New York, and after that, he wanted to ship some pieces overseas to his European galleries. I dreamed of flying over there and seeing them in person.

All of this was a dream come true, one I’d never let myself really consider. Getting into galleries is hard work, which was why I’d gone the poetry book route, not realizing how much work that would be as well.

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