Chapter 16
Years later, Camellia attended one of Mavis’s exhibitions.
Invited by the gallery.
Not by me.
She stood near the entrance.
No diamond performance.
No stolen artist persona.
Mavis saw her.
Paused.
Then continued speaking with a buyer.
That was the moment I knew the power had changed.
Not because Camellia was punished.
Because Mavis no longer organized herself around her presence.
Later Camellia approached.
“Beautiful show.”
Mavis nodded.
“Thank you.”
Nothing else.
No confrontation.
No forgiveness.
May you like
Ordinary courtesy.
Sometimes healing is when the person who controlled your life becomes just another guest.
