Zane POV
It was getting to the point where I couldn’t sneeze without someone commenting about it online, so it was futile to hope that the art fair wasn’t going to be internet fodder.
Officially, it was a showing of the work of first- and second-level students at Saradon Elementary. Unofficially, it was my child’s “grand appearance,” and after Grace’s performance, expectations were ridiculously high.
I would have given pretty much everything I had, if it were possible, to spare Chloe the circus. We left the car with Buddy and Danielle, and Sarah and I did our best to protect my daughters’ faces from what seemed like a thousand camera phones as we entered the art building.
It didn’t help that the other parents doubtlessly resented the fact their children’s artwork was being completely o
