*** Emma's Quiet Strength****

Emma's phone buzzed during breakfast. The children had already left for school. Daniel was at the office. The house was quiet except for the maids moving through distant rooms.

Text message. Robert's name bringing warmth to the cold morning.

"Question. What happened to your art?"

Her art. Emma stared at the words. When was the last time anyone had asked about her art? When was the last time she'd even thought about it?

"Gave it up. ...