MORE THAN A PARTNER

TIARA

I could scream with hurt at what she said. In a way, she was right. 

My eyes swelled up with tears.

“What is important to me continues to be here,” I said and wasn’t lying. My artwork. All my colors and brushes. Everything. How come I left all this here? Why hadn’t I returned? Had I really been so preoccupied with Vincent and the ridiculous wedding I was planning, trying to please my mother and my husband, that I had suddenly ...