Believer in fairy tales, admirer of art, Glory shared these pleasures with her grandchildren. The downtown art gallery, with its angular peaks and pitched roof, had become their sanctuary, an imagined castle where they’d once daydreamed away many lazy afternoons.
Life is different now. Glory’s cart is stolen while she sleeps. Teetering on a tightrope between reality and fantasy, Glory has nothing left to lose. She retreats to the gallery for refuge, triggering a memory too terrible to contemplate.