15
His Moment
Clay’s feet carried him into the building. It looked much the same as the last event he’d been to. Crowded with people, the walls lined with artwork, the bar line being the longest thing in sight.
As he entered, a waiter approached him to offer him a glass of champagne on the house.
Clay smiled at the man and shook his head. “No, thank you.”
He’d declined a drink. Champagne, sure. Something he rarely, if ever, drank to begin with. But, hey, it was a start. He really wanted to be sober for this.
On the walls, there were so many pieces of art that he’d never seen before. Either Andrea had been hoarding art more than he knew, or she’d been traveling a ton to procure pieces for this exhibit. She had a collector’s eye for it. That was for sure.
As he scanned the opening lin
