Chapter FiftyEight

The pleasant hum of voices filled the gallery, mingling with the smooth jazz seeping through the air.

I held my glass loosely, pretending to sip as I listened to the gallery owner reel off facts about the next installation.

My mind wandered, but.. I could only envision what my own place would look like in a few short months, its walls bursting with chosen things that I’d handpicked.

Just the thought of it made me tingle with enthusiasm.

But then a chill, a change, and a low, familiar voice pierced through the evening’s warmth.

“I knew New York was missing something without you.”

My breath stilled, and I spun around, feeling my fingers tighten over the glass. Caleb. He looked every bit as sharp as I recalled.. polished, confident, his eyes searching my face like he hadn’t seen it in weeks.

Which he hadn’t. A quick up-and-down demonstrated how time had just made him look even more put-together.

I attempted a pleasant grin, hoping my amazement didn’t show. “Caleb. I didn’t know y