Conflicting Priorities

Leona demanded, her tone growing sharper.

Declan sighed, clearly tired of being accused.

“Leona, I’ve had more urgent issues to deal with. I’m handling everything at once. That painting just wasn’t a priority for me.”

Leona refused to hear any excuses. She stood abruptly, her face cold with rage.

“Not a priority? That painting belonged to Lenora—it’s the only thing left of her that I have. You hav