Chapter 17

“It’s yours. From now on, whatever you want, whatever you wish for, it shall be yours.”

The events of last night’s party are a blur. When I woke up this morning, my head is still reeling around the fact that I’m now a gallery owner. Since I graduated with my fine arts degree and have worked for great artists and museums, I dreamed of displaying my work at my own gallery.

I’ve never voiced that dream to anyone in my life because I knew that once my father retired, he would hand over the Atwood tobacco business. A business I never supported but was willing to accept anyway. It’s the business that put the Atwood name on the map, and my father was stern that the eldest would inherit and continue