My Grief, His Masterpiece

I tried to ignore, but Sarah' s furious f

is new exhibition, "Raw Truths," a bruta

ot-tall projection of me sle

calling him a monster, hal

ckaged and sold as art. My phone buzzed again, Ethan' s name on the caller ID. Sarah, my

ing art. I screamed that he was sellin

e' d bring my devout grandmother into this, expose our secret marriage, destroy

uld he? How could he use m

rocess his threat, my

on the news. It was too late. He had alread

er gone, I watched Ethan on TV, pub

aken eve

y privacy,

esolve settled

c muse, I' d give them a tr

yself from his