“Don’t get upset,” Ryan said Friday morning as he and Merrick ate breakfast. “I’m taking the rest of the artwork for the show to the gallery this afternoon.”
“A good idea, since it opens a week from today. I’ll leave work early to go with you.”
“You don’t have to.” Ryan said the words, but he knew they weren’t true. He needs to prove to himself it’s where I’m going. He knows it will be the first time I’ve left the house since that night. Trusting me is still a big issue for him. Ryan knew this for a fact. He’d watched through the studio window a couple of times, when he heard Merrick drive up when he came home from work, and had seen him check the odometer on his car.
“I want to,” Merrick replied. “I want to see Mr. Foster’s reaction when he sees them.”
“You had to say that,” Ryan grum
