CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
The evening of the city’s annual art exhibit buzzed with quiet excitement. Olivia stood near the center of the spacious gallery, a glass of sparkling water in hand, as people moved between displays of vibrant canvases and intricate sculptures. Her latest painting, Eclipse of the Heart, hung prominently on the wall—a swirl of muted grays, deep purples, and streaks of gold, a work that represented her journey of heartbreak and renewal. She felt proud but also nervous. This exhibit was larger than the previous one, drawing a more diverse crowd. As she greeted admirers and answered questions about her process, she caught sight of someone familiar entering the gallery. It was Ethan. He hadn’t changed much—still tall and sharp-featured, his expression contemplative as he scanned the roo
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