Alexander

One month later.

The museum empties slowly, the air finally quieting after a long night of loud chatter, clinking of glasses and storms of applause.

I shrug off my suit jacket and drape it over my arm as I watch my Evangeline share goodbye hugs with the last few people.

She has been radiant all night.

It’s my time seeing her in her work space and it was a good view. She killed it. I was almost split open by pride and longing while I watched her soak into her world.

And now ...