Olivia Met Art -

“I thought I was running away,” he said, scraping a palette with the edge of his knife. “Turns out I was running toward.”

But with a barn door, left unlocked.

Art went very still. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he walked to the largest painting—the one of the woman in the doorway—and touched her painted cheek with the back of his fingers. olivia met art