ana

nting the edges of a life that was never t

t. A well-placed bribe to the Reese Gallery's admin manager and a f

uniform. A cheap, scratchy wig covered my hair, and a dispos

t: Kiera's p

written all over it; the curated art on the walls was my father's preference. This place w

up. It was a "wedding" picture. Kiera in a simple white dress, Ivan in a dark suit, standing

d. In the employee breakroom, a young gallery assista

listening from the doorway. "Practically runs the business side. An

ollywood producers by every week. I heard her tell one of them

, they landed like data points, cold

ide. I grabbed a mop and began cleaning the main hall,

"I'm so tired of this, Ivan. Her ghost is becoming tireso

regnant, Kiera," Ivan's voice was low, rough. "Th

me. The new cleaner

ith the authority he used on his soldi

't just hammer; it thrashed against

min manager appeared at my side

ittle too bright. "She's new. And she has a ter

tled me toward the back exit. "My apologies

ead, my breath coming in ragged gasps. It wasn't just adrenaline fueling the

rld. Now I would bu