C37 Art Gallery

Alex parked her car in front of Grayson Art Gallery and alighted. She checked her phone again. Ava hadn’t returned her calls and texts, not even one.

This wasn’t new to her, cause she knew it was one of Ava’s numerous ways of acting out.

But why would she act out? She couldn’t remember doing anything to make her act out. She wondered if it was because of the news about the painting