ELARA'S POV
Damien called me after lunch at Richard's apartment.
I was at the gallery, had been there since eight trying to work and mostly thinking about New York. When my phone rang I stepped into the back office and closed the door.
"How was it?" I asked.
He told me. Julian's three words, how could you, landing with the weight they carried. Richard said yes we did without deflection. Julian said he was in therapy. Richard asks to visit Daniel and asks both his sons to come with him.
I sat with it for a moment.
"He said stay for lunch," Damien said. "And we did."
"How was that?"
"Quiet. Gerald made something. We sat at Richard's table and ate." A pause. "It wasn't comfortable. But it was real. Nobody performed anything."
"That's new for that family."
"Completely new."
"How is
