LEENA
I decide to go to a nearby art gallery rather than going home to wallow in self pity. William has allowed me to live my life outside the facade and that has to start somewhere, right?
The gallery is mostly empty except for a couple admiring a portrait. They look so in love, it makes me ache with longing for what William and I could be if only he felt the same… or admitted his feelings. I wonder through the exhibits, taking in the beauty and emotion that each piece pours out. The peacefulness of the gallery is relaxing. I stop in front of the dimmest portrait on one wall and study it. It looks like the kind that doesn’t draw much attention, judging by how clean it stands – no visible fingerprints like the other pieces. The portrait is of a girl in a cage, one hand outstretched as sh
