“Oh,” I said as an apology and closed the door.
I returned to find Anna and tried to forget what I had done. I was thinking of waiting, visiting her later, and also interrupting her again; but those were only thoughts.
The gallery wasn't same as before. A couple of paintings were down from the wall. Everything seemed emptier, and it had the spirit that all events had ended. Anna was talking to a man. I overheard some parts of their conversation, but nothing specific.
“Do you want to take your works?” He asked me when I came closer to them.
“What else I can do?” I said like an implicit answer.
“We can list them for sale on our website.”
“Then do it,” I said with no enthusiasm.
I signed some documents while I tried to ignore that feeling of my sister's eyes on my back. It felt as if s
