Chapter SixtyOne

I was late.

As I rushed across the busy pavement, the city in which I was standing buzzed with activity and vibrated with vitality.

SoHo was in full swing, with galleries staging shows, art collectors weaving in and out of coffee shops, and the unmistakable buzz of creative minds. SoHo was a bustling neighborhood.

Even though the big opening of my gallery was only a few days away, the weight of the final touches seemed to increase with each step that I took.

In spite of the fact that today was meant to be about promotion and networking, my thoughts was too preoccupied with recent happenings.

I felt as though I was caught between old flames after Caleb's abrupt reappearance, his approaches, and Tyler's clumsy attempts to reinsert himself in my life. The mystery love letters just made things more confusing than they already were.

These letters had been arriving on a daily basis, and each one seemed to be that much more personal than the one that came before it. It was as though som