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 ...