When I entered my gallery the following morning, I took a deep breath and inhaled the slight aroma of newly painted rooms and varnish.
We were two weeks away from opening, and the room was really coming together. It was a mixture of excitement and fear all mixed into one. My attention was suddenly drawn away from my thoughts as I heard a knock at the door. I had just started organizing some display pieces.
I turned around, half-expecting to see my helper, but as I did so, I saw Tyler standing there.
I was briefly taken aback by his sudden presence, and I blinked in response. It had been years since he had previously visited in this manner, and the manner in which he stood, with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a tightness around his mouth, made it quite evident that he was not
