One of a Kind

Calista sat in front of the great doors of her art gallery, hesitant to use the doorknob. It had been a while since she had touched a paintbrush m, talk more of going to work. Cameron and her little sister, Emily were constantly at her neck to move on with her life and this was her trying.

Grief had eaten her up for two years and she felt guilty to put it all in the past. Moving on was like saying that the accident that had claimed her fiance’s life hadn’t happened, that she had not lost the two most important people in her life.

To distract herself from those dark emotions, she checked the time on her phone. Belfer, her grandfather’s driver, had dropped her off more than thirty minutes but she could not gather the courage she needed to start all over again.

“You can do this, damn it,” she scolded herself and pushed the doors open. She had forbidden anyone from pushing her wheelchair after she had recovered from the physical injuries.

She had sustained a dislocation in her arm and