Sheila opened the door, surprised to find Timothy standing there.

"Timothy, come in. Have a seat."

She reached out, ready to steady him, but Timothy sidestepped her hand. "I can walk on my own."

His sudden coldness stung in a way Sheila couldn't quite put into words. Still, she swallowed her discomfort.

"I'll make you some coffee."

"No need. I won't be staying long."

Sheila felt even more at a loss. What was he here for, then?

Timothy settled into the living room armchair. "Sit down."

Uneasy, Sheila perched on the edge of the couch.

Looking directly at her, Timothy got right to the point. "I just stopped by Ines's studio. From her, I learned that the reason she gave that painting, The Grand Canal, Venice, to Henry, was because she saw Jessy's style in one of Henry's papercut illustrations. So, that painting can't stay with you. I'm here to take it back."

Sheila stared at him, stunned.

This was the first time he'd ever asked to take back something he'd given her.

He really was starting to care more about Jessica.

But she didn't argue. "I see. Since it's hard for you to get around, I'll have someone bring it to you later."

his mother in public-please correct him in the future. All this confusion

felt to Sheila as though everything had changed in an

to

his own words and tried to explain. "I don't want our family to fall apart. I used to think she could understand our

strained smile. "Timothy, it's

younger. I hope you'll consider getting

her smile

you realize what you're

"I do."

If you refuse to accept me, then I'm your aunt—and as your elder, what right do you have to

marry her, they were equals. But if he refused her now, she had every right, as

and Abell's daughter, Timothy's aunt

lingered

Sheila had ever used her status

together, almost as equals, so I shouldn't have

back then? For seven years, I kept my distance, never

tears. "All these years, I've racked my brain looking for ways to solve our problem, to

broke at the

seven years ago—-the one who'd defied his family

Sheila's eyes. "You know how much I love you. You promised me, even if we got married, we'd keep it

"That wasn't love."

Sheila felt herself unraveling.

She'd waited for him-waited until she was thirty, still a virgin, never even

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