April 29th 2040
Never in a million years would Dom have imagined that he would be standing in an art gallery, apologizing to the girl who had helped him make so many wonderful memories in them over twenty years ago. He saw the expression on her face and he couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t sure what was happening either. He could hear Colin’s voice in the back of his head telling him that this was good and he was making progress.
“We both needed her. I don’t think we realized how much until she was gone.” It had taken Dom way too long to actually understand that he and Candice had both been hurting after his sister’s death and they ended up hurting each other in their processes of dealing with that pain. His grief had made him selfish and he had forgotten that Clara was important to other people besides himself. “My daughters have started reminding me of her now that they’re older. I can see her in their personalities.” He added as an olive branch, welcoming the discussion of his sister as well as his children.
“Perhaps I should tell you the truth Dominic. I might be asking your opinion for selfish reasons. I own this gallery.”
To say Dom was stunned would be an understatement. The gallery owner he was trying so hard to get a hold of, the one whose name was never given to him, was standing right in front of him. “What? Candice…I…that’s amazing.” He stammered, not sure what to say and feeling kind of stupid that he hadn’t noticed. "How did I not know this? He asked with an embarrassed smile. He always tried to stay in the loop when it came to the American art scene, especially when it involved the area around Beryl Heights. He knew that he would remember if Candice’s name had appeared in a new gallery opening.
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