Lily's POV

Rafael texted Tuesday afternoon, asking me to meet him at Martinez Art Supplies, where we used to have painting sessions before my life exploded into corporate chaos.

Please Lily. I need to talk to you about something important. 6 PM at the studio?

I almost said no because I had a million things to handle at work but something in his tone made me agree.

At six, I walked into the familiar space that smelled like oil paint and turpentine, and for a moment, I could pretend I was ...