Xander
A soft breath escaped her as her gaze moved from one piece to the next. Towering paintings covered the walls. Sculptures stood beneath warm pools of light. Everywhere she looked, there was something new to take in.
Her shoulders eased. The tightness in her expression softened, and for the first time since she'd arrived, her eyes lit up.
She looked around in silence, her gaze drifting from one exhibit to the next. Every time it settled on something, another piece pulled her attention away.
She shifted her weight, almost taking a step more than once, then caught herself and stayed where she was.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her so absorbed.
I turned to a painting nearby, more to give her space than because I was interested in it. I barely registered the colors or
