Chapter FiftyNine

When I entered my gallery the following morning, I took a deep breath and inhaled the slight aroma of newly painted rooms and varnish.

We were two weeks away from opening, and the room was really coming together. It was a mixture of excitement and fear all mixed into one. My attention was suddenly drawn away from my thoughts as I heard a knock at the door. I had just started organizing some display pieces.

I turned around, half-expecting to see my helper, but as I did so, I saw Tyler standing there.

I was briefly taken aback by his sudden presence, and I blinked in response. It had been years since he had previously visited in this manner, and the manner in which he stood, with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a tightness around his mouth, made it quite evident that he was not simply there to say hello.

"Tyler," I answered, noticing that my heart rate was quickening. "Have I forgotten about a meeting that we might have?"

He gave a small shake of his head while his eyes wander