“So do you want to talk about it?” Macey asked as they settled on a pair of chairs Sylvia brought out for them.
The kids sat on the floor near the piano drinking juice procured from the gallery’s employee break room along with snacks purchased from a vending machine. Caden had finally left off playing to join them while they ate.
“Ava told you.”
“Of course she did,” Macey scoffed. “We’ve been so worried about you. All we’ve gotten for the past four years are updates from Ruth, seriously. How could you just leave and not tell us?”
“I just…I had to leave.”
“Did you? So you cut out all the people who love and care about you for what? You didn’t think we would have defended you or taken your side? Didn’t you trust us?”
“I trusted you. I do trust you. But I couldn’t stay, not after…”
