Anonymous Artist

Calista sat behind her desk, feeling proud of herself for keeping her word. Despite her shouting match with her twin brother, she took some time to rebuild her courage. Their family dinner had been ruined and Belfer had taken her home.

Her office was exactly the way she had left it. The cleaners could not have access to it because it had been locked for two years. At her command, they had it tidied up for her and she got to work.

She was behind on so much and only an hour after her arrival, her desk was piled with invitations, requests and approvals to emboss her signature on. It was overwhelming for a mind that had been dormant for a long while.

“Get Hudson in here,” she wearily said to her secretary through the intercom. She leaned into her wheelchair, her glasses almost sliding off her nose. She had hoped they would be temporary but now, they were a permanent part of her life.

At the corner of her office, her unfinished painting was propped against the wall and covered with a