Imogene Scott

When I get to the gallery the next day, Keith is already waiting. He must be really psyched about the project. What’s more concerning is that Damien doesn’t seem bothered by the idea. I had already overthought the whole thing and figured he would overreact. But he said, and I quote, “I trust you.”

It actually means a lot to me that he does. Which is why I mustn’t fuck this up.

“Good morning.” Keith’s says in a chirpy voice. I personally think he’s too happy for a Wednesday morning. He hands me a cup of coffe. “This is for you.”

I take it, and we both walk...