"This is a house. I thought we were going to an art gallery?" Mia asked, puzzled.
"He's retired. He keeps all his work there, Liam explained as he opened the car door to let Mia out.
"Do you want me to go in with you?" he asked, but Mia shook her head.
"You can do it," he said, giving her a thumbs up as she walked towards the gate.
Mia stood in front of the gate, hesitating. Just as she lifted her hand to knock, the gate suddenly swung open, surprising her. Mr. Conner stood there, dressed as if he was about to head out, and gave her a questioning look.
Mia tried to speak, but her throat felt tight. "What's up?" she blurted out awkwardly. She heard Liam trying to hold back his laughter and glanced back to see him standing a few paces behind her, his lips pressed together to
