CHAPTER 21
For a moment, he didn’t move. Meave, still near her table, avoided looking at him directly. Her posture was straight, but her fingers slightly tightened around the edge of the card she was holding. “Take this…” she said, extending her hand toward him. Earl slowly walked closer and took the card from her. His fingers brushed lightly against hers for a second— And Meave quickly pulled her hand back. Earl didn’t notice it much. His attention was already on the card. He looked down and read what was written. Then his eyes widened. “Wa–wait…” he said, almost in disbelief. “Is this Mr. Wyatt Yabro’s calling card? The most famous painter in the world?” His voice carried shock. Even someone like him, who had stepped away from that world, knew that name. It was not just a name. It was
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