thought she was untouchable, hidden away in

ce, but to see the truth with my own eyes, to hear it from their own m

account, I contacted the gallery's administrative manager, inventing a story about being a single mother in de

f the cleaning crew. I wore a plain blue uniform, a baseball cap pulled

ested in the life they had built here. On the bedside table was a silver frame. It held a picture of Ivan and Kiera on their wedding day. They were

traits. Leo on a pony. Kiera and Ivan laughing on a boat. The gallery's architecture had all the hallmarks of my en

a wiping down the counters. I kept my voice low and disguised

at boy. And Mr. Donovan... he's here more than he's at his own

anything. I had begged him to read my scripts, to give me guidance, bu

van?" I asked,

every week," Anna said, shaking her head. "Says Kiera is

me. Not the real daughter who had sp

urned to leave the breakroom, I heard the sound of a

ain hall, keeping my head down and my mask on, pre

hem. Ivan, Ki

sting, Ivan. Having her around. When a

caught in

mpatience. "Don't talk about her like that. She's still a Donovan, after all. Everything I can give yo

s the woman he betrayed out of obligation. Kiera's jealousy, I realized, must

eeded. I turne

voice cut through t

my back

r here, he knew every face. The thought that he was more familiar with the staff of h