Chapter 29 The First Gift

The note is folded.

Not crisp - but used.

Tucked into the edge of your vanity mirror like someone wanted you to see it the second you sat down.

You do.

You unfold it.

No envelope. No wax. No pretense.

Just seven words.

Come to the gallery. Do not speak.

You read it twice.

Not because you don't understand it - but