Chapter 82 Heavy

• Victoria stood near one of her larger pieces, her arms crossed as she observed the crowd around her. The gallery was buzzing with conversation, some admiring the work, others discussing it in more hushed tones. She could feel her heart rate pick up, the tension in her chest a constant reminder of the conflict she was trying to ignore.
• A couple walked by, stopping in front of a piece depicting a fragmented landscape, symbolic of her emotional journey. The woman’s voice broke through the murmur of the crowd.
• “This one feels… heavy,” she said, glancing at the man beside her. “Like something’s missing. Like the pieces are scattered but can’t quite fit together.”