Elena stood in the hall of the gallery with the magazine in her hands.The paintings looked down at her from the walls, fourteen of them, each one hung and lit with care. Fourteen quiet moments of her old life. She had never seen them all together before. They looked like a lonely woman's diary."Adrian," she said again, softer this time.Alexander did not answer. He only watched her, with calm, worried eyes.Her knees felt weak. She walked to the wooden bench under the window and sat down. The magazine slipped to the floor, and neither of them picked it up."He came to your office," she whispered. "He asked where I was.""Yes.""And you did not tell him.""No.""Why?"Alexander sat on the bench beside her, leaving a polite space between them. He rested his arms on his knees and looked at his hands."Because you ran," he said. "I saw your face in the hall at Westbrook, Elena. I have never seen a person so afraid and so brave at the same time. A woman who runs like that does not need a
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