Go Away Chris
PraiseGod my sister wore my engagement ringmy bestfriend's brother shouldn't know how i taste
I stared at it for a long time, in the way you stare at something your mind is refusing to process at full speed because the full speed version is too much to absorb all at once.
The photograph showed Ayesha at what appeared to be a gallery event, in the cluster of people near the drinks table, talking to a man I didn't recognize. That was unremarkable. She talked to men at gallery events regularly, as she talked to everyone, with the open, grounded ease she had built over years of running a space where people came to be in conversation with each other and with the work on the walls.