Chapter 63

Sienna’s POV

My favorite part of the day was arranging and sizing my arts. There was always this joy that came with seeing my art on display.

The gallery felt good, my art was up, bright on the walls. I talked to the workers, happy with how everything looked.

This was my work, and it showed who I was becoming. No longer just my ex-husband’s wife, or just a mom.

This art was me.

Then I saw him, Evan!

He stood by the door, a dark spot in the bright room. My breath caught as my body stiffened, I hated that feeling.

He looked at me and there was nowhere to hide.

I told the workers to excuse me, my voice shook but I tried to remain steady as my hands got wet, they were sweating.

I walked to him, he waited with a mean smile on his face. He knew he still had power over me.

He grabbed my arm when I got to him. His hand was too tight, always.

“We need to talk,” he said, not asking.

He pulled me hard through the do