Chapter 39
This was not the Quinn Maya had come to know. She was even more obsessed with her phone than usual, hoping for word from Bill or Brooke. It had been two days since she’d come back from Milbury in tears. Maya was beginning to think she’d have to intervene. She felt like she needed to do something to help Quinn, not only because it was awful to see her suffer like that, but also because, professionally, this was the most important week of Quinn’s life so far.
She was having a solo exhibition in a gallery of quite some repute—a surge or pride had coursed through Maya when she’d looked it up and found out about the esteem the gallery was held in for discovering the next big artist. Surely Bill and Brooke would come around by Thursday?
Meanwhile, Maya had been so focused on her ow
