Chapter 60 Pieces Of Peace

• The gallery smelled like fresh paint and dust that had almost been beaten out of the corners.
• Three days.
• The number sat in my head every time I looked at a wall that still needed adjusting. I walked the main room slowly, checking sight lines, the way the light fell across the largest canvas, the scuff on the floor that would show under heels. Work was a clean place to put my hands. If I kept moving, the hospital corridor and Ben on his knees and Alena's *yes* had less room to expand.