Two years later.
"I heard Jack went back to his hometown after he got out of the hospital. He's got a huge scar running down his back now." Leila was curled up on the couch in my studio, sipping afternoon tea, when she brought it up casually. "Kate got ten years. Word is Jack runs a little corner store back in his hometown now, and he just sits there all day staring at that beat-up old gold bracelet."
I was putting the final touches on the blueprints for a high-end custom piece and didn't even look up. "Is that so?"
"You've really let it all go, haven't you?" Leila looked over at me, her eyes full of admiration.
I gave a small, indifferent smile and set my pen down.
Tomorrow, my solo retrospective is set to open in Milan. The theme of the show was "The Cost of Letting Go."
When open
