Elara checked her phone screen again. Four missed calls from Cora. She sighed and slipped the device back into her purse, guilt gnawing at her. She knew she should call her daughter back, but not today. Today was for Clara.
"Are you sure you don't want to answer that?" Clara Bellweather asked, her eyes twinkling with concern as their driver navigated through Sunday morning traffic.
"I'm sure," Elara replied firmly. "This exhibition is important to you, and I promised you my full attention."
Clara smiled, patting Elara's hand. "Harry Jennings has been my favorite artist for decades. His use of color and emotion is simply magnificent."
Elara nodded, grateful for the distraction. When Clara had invited her to the exhibition on Friday, she'd accepted immediately. Anything was better than sitting alone in her apartment, wondering if she should call Cora back, wondering if Damien would be there when she did.