Chapter 45: The Bridge to Hope
Elena's POV
Other than the distant buzz of passing traffic, the gallery was surprisingly silent for a Saturday afternoon. Adrian entered when I was in the middle of moving the front display. His face was drawn, the stress behind his normally calm expression gone.
"Adrian?" I stood up straight and put the painting down. "What's the matter?"
His eyes flitted to the floor and then back to me as he paused. "The back of Nathaniel."
The name hit me like a ton of bricks. I was cautious since I knew enough about their strained relationship. "What is his desire?"
Adrian said in a tense voice, "I don't know." "I got this from him."
He reached into his pocket, took out a folded piece of paper, and set it on the counter. With a sinking heart, I unfolded it and loo
