Chapter 149

EMILIA

I’m still wiping my tears when Liam tells me he has to be at practice. I’m a little surprised he’s so willing to leave me here alone with the sculptures, but when I tell him I want a while longer to look around my new gallery, he just smiles and lets me.

It’ll take time to get used to all this.

Home, with Liam.

And this gallery that’s… apparently mine now.

I kiss him goodbye, wish him luck, and watch his car pull away before turning back to explore. The space is mostly empty—just Luther’s sculptures scattered across the room. The walls are bare, waiting. I can already imagine other artists’ work hanging here someday, pieces breathing life into every corner.

The thought warms me.

It doesn’t take long before I find a door leading outside. There’s a small photo tied to the handle with a bit of rope. I don’t recognize the place in the picture, but I recognize me—a hydrangea tucked in my hair, my tongue sticking out at whoever’s behind the