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Chapter 3 Black Glasses

Word Count: 1158    |    Released on: 04/10/2026

angles, designed to cut the sky. The car they'd sent was equally severe. Tinted

her jacket that made me feel like someone who couldn't be broken.

rs. Soaring ceilings. A single massive sculpture in the ce

isp gray suit appeared at my

ighty stories of silence. When the doors opene

ing below like a glittering wound. But what sto

a

rs ago to a nameless collector. A sketch from my first exhibition.

ollecting m

ere and di

tch from my first exhibition was positioned where morning light would hit it. The ceramic from art school sat on a low she

understood control. This was different. This was the behavior of someone who ha

fingers for so long it had left a red ma

e with this - time to absorb, to reo

ad. He planned

tand now,"

ar end of the room, silhouet

s that felt deliberate-the control of a ma

. W

to the light, and I saw his fa

autiful, yes-sharp jaw, aristocratic bones. But

ing my work," I

t for years. I've simpl

ike he owned not just the bu

ewest sculpture-the figu

is different. The others were

experienced.

ing in debt. My ex-boyfriend

t and I am the only one ho

I said

ok, the way I looked at raw clay.

hree hundred thousand dollars. You have fifteen

cold. "How do

ker. "I also know the state facility where they'll send her has a sixteen percent survival rate for her condition. I know y

word came

right in front of me now, those broken eyes boring

do you

stance felt deliberate-

Complete isolation. You create art-only for me. No outsi

iness arrangement

e times he must have thought it. "It is. And in exchange, I pay for everything. The t

s. Caitlin's life. All I had

whispered

pture again-the figur

ts you pieces of yourself." His voice dropped. "And because I need

ld see was Caitlin in that hospital bed, the numbers on h

time t

in embossed black. "The treatment authorization requires forty-eight hours to pro

window, dismissin

s. Allen. And when you're ready to stop lying to

shoulder. Those brok

ll

h the city visible through the glass - all those lights, all those people goin

oked back at me. Same leather jacket.

ct, severe, worth more than my entire building. I looked at it the way I'd been trained to look at things: past

could make so

s that. He's always known t

out into

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