Chapter 58: Home But No Sweet Home

Returning to Mayfair felt like stepping back into a memory. The familiar streets, the quaint little shops, and the comforting hum of everyday life were both a balm and a bittersweet reminder of what I had left behind. As I wandered through the town, my thoughts lingered on the bustling days in New Haven, managing the gallery and building new connections. The return was prompted by the gallery's owner, who had decided to take back the management. I understood, yet it left me with a hollow feeling. I had poured my heart into that gallery, and now I found myself back in Mayfair, althought with more experience on running an art gallery and with the readiness to take my gallery to the next level Weeks passed, and I tried to immerse myself in the familiar rhythm of Mayfair. I spent time at my old haunts, visited friends, and even considered reopening my own small gallery. It was during one of these contemplative afternoons that my phone rang, and Samantha’s name lighten up my screen. "Lil