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Jan sat in the quiet museum gallery absorbed in a landscape. She longed to be in the picture, sitting next to a still lake.
Her ex-husband Harry—now married to what’s-her-name—hadn’t cared for art. But he was a good man, better, she’d discovered over the years, than Stu. Stu shared her passion for art, but he was a manipulator. Of his partners, his clients, and her.
Someone sat down next to her, but Jan was living in the painting.
“Wish you were on that shore?”
Jan turned. And for some reason, she noticed Harry wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.