The faint strains of instrumental jazz playing in the background blended with the gentle hum of conversation that filled the gallery.

The subtle tang of paint and varnish blended with the aroma of freshly made coffee from the tiny corner cafe.

A pair strolled about the room, whispering to one other and pointing to the pieces on exhibit.

A pen was clicking absently against a notepad while I sat at my desk by the window. My cell buzzed and clattered on the wood floor.

My stomach turned when Caleb's name appeared on the screen.

I just stared at it for a while. I pushed the side button without giving it...