No one spoke since our arrival here. I just stared at the large frame still covered in white cloth, my mind in turmoil. It's been about thirty minutes, I think, since we got here. In the room where I intentionally placed everything related to an Antonie Nelson. One of the rooms in my apartment.

Even on the journey back to New York City, I chose to remain silent. I didn't know what to do and it feels... I can't think clearly at all. Besides being overwhelming, I believe unraveling all this ...