CHAPTER 14
The next day, Nick and Breanne went to the community center. There, a fading gymnasium and been transformed into a gallery. Rows of chairs sat in the center of the floor. A length of fabric and a wooden crate had transformed the front of the room into a podium.
“Look at all this!” Breanne exclaimed. “So much talent to be discovered. So much beauty to be appreciated.” I wish I had known about this place, she thought, regarding easel after easel filled with paintings and sketches, pedestals supporting sculptures and mixed media creations. I could have covered it for the university’s art magazine.
“You’re the right person to appreciate it,” he told her earnestly. “I’m glad you’re here to see it.”
“Nick, even if your daughter weren’t a great artist—which she is—I would be here b
