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Helena

It had been two years since Helena had come out of the tower full of pain, betrayed and hopeless. While Barbara was not yet married to Wade, she still hoped that Barbara would figure out that her decision was a mistake. That she would wakeup and realize that it was not Wade who deserved her love but her, the one who had desperately loved her since she had been a child; the one that would die for Barbara without thinking twice. Her! Even so at the moment that Barbara had told her that Wade knew the truth about her, about Dinah and Helena's, she knew it would never happen. Barbara didn't have the slightest idea that Helena was hopelessly in love with her. Moreover, when she said that Wade knew about her double life, she knew that she had lost her forever. The pain was just too much; she couldn't stand seeing her with him, knowing that each night when she returned from Oracle's duties he would be waiting, she just couldn't. It was too much even for her who was accustomed to the pain and loneliness. Barbara was her light, and after losing her, there was nothing left except the darkness.

She made her mind up to get away from Barbara forever, she made a drastic decision to leave New Gotham. Not being able to stand the idea of seeing her with Wade and aware of the fact that if she stayed she would only end up hurting Barbara because she wouldn't be able to get close to her once she married him.

With that idea fixed in her mind, Helena had gone to the bank, for once grateful that her father, the multimillionaire Bruce Wayne had opened an account for her with unlimited funds. She was now 23 years old and her trust fund was now hers therefore not requiring any authorization from anyone –Barbara in this case- to use the money anyway she wanted. Helena asked for a cash withdrawal explaining with her usual charm that she was going to purchase a car. No one questioned her, after all if Mr. Wayne had left her the money it was for a reason. The bank had instructions to do anything Miss Kyle wanted; no one ever questioned Bruce Wayne's orders.

With money in hand, Helena went to her apartment over the bar where she worked, The Dark Horse, she put some clothes into a backpack and put away the rest in some boxes since there wasn't much. After all, she practically lived in the tower; her apartment was only a place to crash every once in awhile. Her home was where Barbara was and now that she had lost her, she had nothing more.

The only things left were some clothing and a couple of knick-knacks. She wrote a short letter for Dinah, after all this wasn't her fault and besides she was aware that that Dinah knew about her feelings for Barbara. One day when they were training during the first few months after she came to live with them, Dinah who still wasn't able to control her telepathic powers read her mind and saw her true feelings. She had been distracted when Barbara had come in to do her exercises and Helena's libido kicked in. Dinah gasped when she saw the images causing her to blush. Helena looked at her with pleading eyes, begging in silence not to say anything and Dinah surprised her with a smile and a look of compassion and understanding that almost made her break down crying right there from sadness.

She went down to the bar to say goodbye to her ex-boss, she told him that the boxes were for Dinah who would stop by to pick them up and return the key. Leonard seemed to be sympathetic even a little disappointed that his best bartender was leaving but didn't ask any questions. He wished her a good trip and Helena left The Dark Horse to not return.

Helena called Dinah's cell and asked her to go to her apartment after classes and pick up some things she wanted to give her. If Dinah noted anything odd, she didn't mentioned it and told her she would go. What happened after she didn't know because by this time she was too far away to find out.

Aware that if Barbara wanted to look for her it would be easy to find her if she followed the normal routes like buses, train or plane; Helena walked to the closest freeway and hitched a ride. Knowing she could take care of herself she accepted a ride from the first car that came to a stop, fortunately it was a tractor-trailer heading to Bludhaven. As soon as he pulled over, Helena thanked him, walked in the opposite direction from the City, and hitched again. This time it was much further. She was headed to Chicago, it would be perfect, and even so Helena didn't stop in Chicago she asked to be dropped off before arriving one more time; again she hitched another ride.

For almost a week Helena traveled by hitching rides, crisscrossing the country, avoiding any place that could have Law enforcement close circuit cameras so that Barbara wouldn't be able to find her if she were looking, which she doubted. She was sure it would be the other way around, the redhead would be relieved to not have to deal with someone so head strong. She stayed at motels a couple of times along the highway, just to rest for a while. The truth was that the times that she did sleep was more from exhaustion that the desire to sleep.

After several days, Helena had practically gone coast to coast, when at the last stop, she decided that San Francisco was a good a place as any to start a new life; quite aware that she wouldn't be able to be a vigilante if she planned to disappear forever. Knowing that if she continued with that it would soon become evident where she was, most probably there would be news of an unknown vigilante fighting against crime and what she least wanted was to call attention to herself. Of course, she knew that she couldn't help from doing her nocturnal strolls. That habit was something that was part of her and she would never leave that behind. Perhaps at some point if someone needed her help she would offer it, but not by her own account. Huntress was a thing of the past, a past that she would do everything possible to forget.

The first thing was to find a place, a nice decent hotel; she was tired of the ratty motels. She bought a newspaper to start looking for some place to live. Once settled at the hotel she bought something to eat, later Helena fell asleep after so many days with little or no sleep. The next day after breakfast in a diner close to the hotel, Helena began to walk around the city. It didn't have the dark charm of New Gotham but it had something that the young woman liked. It had a strange vibe that caught her attention, perhaps it was the easygoing lifestyle of San Francisco, so different from New Gotham. The way the city's level of criminal activity was different from her old town. It was during those walks almost three days later after having arrived that Helena noticed in passing an art gallery that had a sign for a job opening.

No one was aware of her secret passion, as a small child her mother had noticed her gift for drawing and painting, and Helena from an early age had the best art and drawing teachers. Having lived in Paris the first ten years of her life was without a doubt a great help in forming Helena's passion for the arts, that when her mother died she left it behind because it had been too hard for her. Nevertheless despite the fact that she had stopped painting and drawing she had not lost the ability. Helena had taken some art courses at NGU without Barbara's knowledge. Barbara had been convinced she had no intention of going to college and with her decision to get away from her former life she walked into the gallery to ask about the job.

The first thing that she saw was an older woman perhaps about 50 years old behind an elaborate oak desk, working on a computer. As she heard the door open, she looked up arching an eyebrow when she saw the young woman dressed in black leather tight pants and a top of the same color and material, with a suede coat.

"Good morning." She greeted cordially. "How may I help you?" The woman asked amiably.

"Good morning, I saw the ad in the window," Helena said smiling, expressing her charm from the start, she wasn't sure why, but she really did want this job.

The woman in question looked at her in surprise, but she recovered herself quickly and asked her some questions.

"So what do you know about art? It is very important for anyone that wants to work in this art gallery to understand it," the woman said with a little awe in her voice, still surprised at Helena's candor.

Helena only smiled and proceeded to explain art history, of her knowledge and training in Paris and her courses at the university, without giving details of which university it was. She offered to bring her documentation as proof with her the following day if she gets the job. In fact, if she offered the job right there and then she would go gets them immediately.

Kate Spencer, that was the gallery owner's name, decided to contract her immediately, she wasn't sure why but she felt that Helena was just what she needed. She felt that she would be able to confide in her right away. There was something in the young woman, an aura of sadness so profound that made her want to console her and take her under her wing.

All the paperwork was filled out, Helena had been careful to give her a social security number that would not identify her as Helena Kyle, but as Michelle Kyle, she couldn't risk Barbara finding her through one of her queries. Once Kate told her what she needed from her at the gallery and invited her to lunch to iron out the details. Helena asked to be called Hel, Hel Kyle to avoid any mistakes and asked if she knew of some apartment available for rent close to the gallery, she had only arrived in San Francisco about two days prior and she wanted something close. She also confided in her that she was planning on going to the University to get her degree in art history. Kate seemed to be pleased with that idea and told her that as soon as she found out what her schedule would be to let her know so that she could arrange her hours at the galleria.

When they returned to the Gallery, Kate took her to the back and showed her some stairs; they went up and went to the door at the end. Kate opened the door with her key and let them in to a spacious apartment full of light. It was empty with a few boxes and old chairs among other things.

"This building belonged to my grandfather," Kate commented upon entering, "When I inherited it from my mother, the first thing I did was remodel so I could start the gallery; I discovered this apartment over the gallery. I had thought to lease it out but although it has an entrance leading outside it also has an entrance that leads down to the gallery and I didn't want to take a chance that someone might get other ideas. However, I know I can trust you Hel Kyle." Kate turned around and looked into the young woman's eyes, who without thinking and doing something totally out of character from her normal fiery and independent self; she wrapped an arm around Kate.

Helena was in so much need of emotional warmth for human contact. It had been some time that she hadn't permitted herself that kind of contact, she wouldn't even hug Dinah for fear of her reading how she felt or suffered. Moreover, with Barbara, God, hugging the redhead was torture and more so when she began to date Wade. It had been a very long time since she had, really had, a hug. She felt her eyes fill with tears, what the hell! Ever since she had taken the decision to leave everything behind without looking back, she had cried more than she had ever thought possible since her mother's death.

"Thanks Kate." Helena said. "I promise that you won't regret having rented it to me. Tell me how much do you want for it? So I can pay you six months in advance and start to buy the furnishings and…" Kate interrupted her with a gesture of her hand.

"Don't worry about it Hel, this place is being wasted, empty for years, if you take it I'll have someone to take care of the gallery, besides you'll just be starting work and you'll have a lot of expenses in order to furnish it. We can take care of that later, what do you think?"

"Thanks Kate, I won't let you down. I promise." Helena repeated, she felt, as if everything in her life was starting to make sense once again. Only hours after she had left Barbara, she had felt so lost and without direction and now, life was turning around for the better.

"What do you say we go downstairs and through the magic of the internet, one which I use frequently since I learned how to, and you can purchase everything you need with my credit card. That way you can just pay me in cash. What do you say?"

"That would be great Kate. I hate going shopping, well I don't hate shopping, but I do hate furniture shopping." She smiled. "In my other apartment I only had to buy a bed, a table with chairs and a sofa. That is all I needed. It was just a place to sleep." She confided with a shade of sadness without going into details, it was just too painful. How do you explain that your home was not there but at a Clock tower where your heart also was?

Kate smiled in agreement; she knew well enough what it was to have a house, but not a home. Since her husband's death, it was now only a house in which to live in, but her home had gone with him.

That same afternoon after Kate found the site to make the furniture purchases, she left Helena to make her purchase while she attended to the few possible buyers that came in. When there was no one she would come in and stand by Helena, making suggestions on what to buy and when it was time to close the gallery they had pretty much bought everything except for food and cleaning supplies. Helena had written down the credit card number and the bank name. The next day she would go and deposit the money in Kate's account. She wanted her to know that she was honest, that she hadn't made a mistake in trusting her.

Kate dropped her off at the hotel despite Helena's protests that it wasn't necessary. The older woman completely ignored her and drove her anyway. When she was leaving the car, she handed her the keys to the apartment, both to the outside door and the gallery keys.

"I will probably be there when you arrive, that way I can explain the alarm system to you and we can start your training. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Helena smiled, "See you tomorrow Kate." Helena waved and disappeared into the hotel.

Once inside Helena decided that since she already had the keys to the apartment she might as well spend the night there. She would stop by the Wal-Mart that was on the way and buy some cleaning supplies, an air mattress and a set of bed sheets. There wasn't any point in staying at the hotel if she already had a place to live.

It was just past nine when she got to the apartment with all the necessary supplies to clean it. The first thing she did once she dropped of the things on the kitchen counter was to walk around the place to pick up the trash and stuff that did not belong. When she looked in the closet in the bedroom she found a box, she pulled it out and realized they were old pictures some old newspapers and things like that. Without reading them, she put them back. She would give them to Kate the next day. She was sure she would know what do with them.

After about four trips to the trash bin, Helena had cleaned up all the trash from the apartment. During the next two hours, the young woman dedicated herself to cleaning every square inch of the apartment until it was sparkling clean. Even though it was empty it didn't feel so abandoned and lonely anymore, on the contrary now it looked charming and ready to live in.

Helena smiled to herself, she had never done such a thorough cleaning job anywhere in her whole life. Tired but satisfied she went to the bedroom to setup the air mattress and get the bed ready. Even if she wasn't sleepy, she wanted to leave everything ready for when her body decided to rest.

She had bought all the necessities she needed for the bathroom. Kate had commented that the apartment had its own water heater but not connected yet so she would have to make a few phone calls to get the gas and telephone connected. Even if Helen had no one to talk to, she figured it would be wise to have one just in case. She also had to connect the satellite cable so she could have a TV signal and internet, even though it had never been her forte that was Barbara's area. Helena had decided on leaving everything behind, her main goal was to find her way back, the way she were or would be, before everything, before her mother's murder.

Before everything happened, Helena had been a child full of life and happiness. She had been one of the best in class, excelled in several sports, president of her class and was the most popular. The whole lot seemed to point to Helena having a great future, possibly even a brilliant career whatever she decided to pursue. However, after her mother's death and right in front of their own eyes Helena turned resentful, completely justifiable, the darkness, the hate, anger and pain invaded her being completely, so much, so that she went from the most popular to the pariah of the school. No one wanted to be near her, at first, they wanted to console her, but Helena turned them all away cruelly and with cold indifference, until they began to fear her or hassle her. Helena started so many fights and problems at her school that she had the worst reputation in the entire school. The young woman was a time bomb and only Barbara could manage to deactivate her, to show her how to control her fury and anger until she became the Huntress.

"I know you are full of pain, I know how you feel." Barbara said one day after surprising her with a joint in her room. "I know you feel as if life has betrayed you, that nothing makes any sense." Helena snapped back furious. "You don't know anything, my mother was murdered right in front of my eyes and I didn't do anything!" She screamed in rage. Nevertheless, Barbara didn't back down. "I am confined to a wheelchair for life what about my life Helena? What is left of your mother's memory? She would die from pain to see you this way, to see you wasting your life like this. She would hate herself if she could see you like this! Don't you know that? You were her life, nothing was more important to her than you were. YOU WERE HER REASON for living Helena and if you really want vengeance for her death then show her how brave you are. Honor her life Helena not her death." Once she had said this Barbara left the room without another word, leaving her alone with her ghosts and demons.

A week passed and she barely saw Barbara, she spent her nights out, she went to school but always remained silent. She attended classes but paid little attention. Sometimes it was almost impossible not to react to the bullying, taunts and insults from some of the students. It infuriated her that if she reacted to them they would blame her without thinking twice. She clinched her fists so tightly that her nails would dig into her palms until they bled. However, she refused to react time and time again, until they appeared to grow tired of trying to upset her.

When Helena finally felt that she could control her anger, when she proved to herself that she was capable of controlling her visceral emotions against the unfounded provocations, she finally dared to go to Barbara and ask her to train her. Not long after she went to live with Barbara she found out that Bruce Wayne aka Batman was her father. Barbara had confessed absolutely everything to her. Her mother's past as Catwoman, hers as BatGirl, Dick as former Robin and now Nightwing that had also contributed to her anger, the deception in her life. When she was more controlled, she asked her to train her and the result was Huntress. Something she would never do again and a more powerful sadness overtook her.

Without Barbara, nothing made sense and the only think left to try was to pick up the pieces of what had been her life and start over. There would always be emptiness in her heart, nothing or anyone would ever replace Barbara but she would have to learn to live without her, there was no other choice.

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The next day Helena got up early and went directly to the bank to make a deposit into Kate's account. She passed a small café and had breakfast, at 10 a.m. she was back at the gallery and standing in front of a very happy Kate when she saw her.

"Good morning Hel, how are you?" Kate greeted with the enthusiasm that reminded her of Dinah. A shadow passed over her eyes for a second before she returned Kate's smile.

"Excellent Kate, I spent the night in the apartment." She said in a playful voice.

"How?" The gallery owner said somewhat surprised. "You don't have anything yet."

"After you left me at the hotel yesterday I picked up my backpack and headed to the local Wal-Mart, I bought everything that I needed to clean up and an inflatable bed. There was no point in staying any longer at the hotel 'sides it's not as if I have a lot of stuff. It's all cleaned up so, the delivery people can just take the things straight up that is if they keep their promise to deliver this afternoon.

"Yes, I guess you have a point." She smiled understandingly.

The rest of the day was spent training Helena. Kate made the necessary calls to get the utilities connected; after all, it was the property owner's duty. Helena was grateful that her mother had been whom she was, aware of the dangers that it represented Helena to be her daughter; she had the sense to have a birth certificate forged. She had the original certificate from her birth in France, which was the one she had always used until now. Now, she will use the fake one that would allow her to start a completely new life. Some details remained the same such as her last name, but her new name now was Michelle Kyle and a couple of years older and with a different place of birth. Helena had not known of its existence until the day that she opened the deposit box that her mother had kept at a bank. It wasn't until she had turned 21 that an attorney had gone to the bar and gave her, her mother's letter. No one had known of the existence of the box, not even Barbara and she wasn't sure why she had never told the redhead after all she told her everything, she just seemed to intuitively know that perhaps someday she would need it. There was not only a birth certificate but also a social security card and a Swiss bank account under the name of Michelle Kyle. Helena had not needed to use the money from that account until now, in reality she had no need for work, but she needed to keep herself busy and change her way of life in order to try to forget and be what she once might have been.

So with documents in hand she took out a California drivers license, opened up a bank account and after speaking with the manager and showing her ID, requested a bank transfer of enough funds from the Swiss account to start her brand new life.

One of the first things she did was set up a complete gym in what was the master bedroom. It wasn't as big or well equipped as the one in the tower but enough equipment to satisfy her needs and of course, the main piece was the punching bag.

She enrolled in the college of arts and attended classes during the evening. During the mornings she worked with Kate but early in the morning she would run every day for about 5 miles, a new habit she had picked up to keep in shape. During the evenings she liked to climb up to the roof and look at the city from there, it wasn't very high, but because the gallery sat on one of the many hills that made up San Francisco it provided a fairly good view of the city lights.

One of the things that Helena had left behind was running across rooftops that would only bring back memories that she didn't want to recall, she didn't want to remember Barbara or listen to her voice nor did she want to become a vigilante again. She had decided to start a new life as it should have been if her mother had not been assassinated or Barbara left paralyzed.

She began to play sports that at one time, she would have liked to play, she bought a mountain bike, and on her free weekends, she would go out biking. She learned how to rock climb properly, only to be able to pretend that she had no experience and to get certified. She decided to learn to scuba dive; many of these things would seem normal to most but for her it was learning to live like a normal person, which she had never experienced before.

Little by little, Helena began to flourish despite the ever-present sadness she still felt for losing Barbara. Kate adopted her like the daughter she never had, she invited her to eat and even taught her to cook when Helena admitted that she barely knew how to boil water and make eggs.

During the first year, Helena took care of not to form any deep friendships, she had several casual friends and classmates from Art school and she visited a few bars and even slept with some and that was only to burn off sexual energy. She never made promises, she never took anyone to the apartment, and she never permitted herself to go beyond a one-night stand. She couldn't afford to let anyone in, it wouldn't have been fair to the other person, her heart belonged to the redhead, and it would never be otherwise.

As the New Year approached, on a day the gallery owner had gone to the apartment to join her for dinner, Kate saw the paintings that Helena had accumulated during her first year of self-exile from New Gotham. Her first impression at seeing them was awe. They were so full of life, of intense and raw passion, full of sensuality and desire. Others were passionately dark, desolate, and sad but equally as beautiful. Once the initial surprise passed Kate corralled Helena and asked her or more like demanded that, she let her to set up a show with them.

Helena refused on several times, until Kate finally convinced her by telling her that no one would know who the artist was. That she would maintain her identity a secret and that she would not have to attend the inauguration if she didn't want to.

Finally, after much scolding and coaxing she accepted, after all, it wouldn't be possible to associate the HK with her own signature and if Kate allowed her to maintain her anonymity, it was fine with her.

Without having to say so, the show was a great success; Kate knew and had many contacts throughout the Art world almost as many as her mother had, which had been invited to the exposition. The secrecy surrounding the new artist was a great lure to all of them.

Once the paintings sold like hot cakes Kate refused to allow Helena to continue working for her in the gallery, instead she encouraged her to paint, to search for inspiration, to be free.

With time Helena learned to confide in Kate, even though she never went into dangerous details or mentioned any names except one, she did tell her about her mother's murder, about finding out who her father was shortly after that and how he disappeared after her death. She told her he was a millionaire that left a fortune in her name, which she had never touched. That her friend Barbara was left as her guardian and that the reason why she had left everything behind was that she had fallen in love with her, that she had always loved her. However, when she had announced that she was getting married, she knew that she couldn't continue living close to her because it was too painful; it wasn't fair for either of them, for the reason that Barbara would never understand why Helena was distancing herself, and she couldn't tell her why. If she did, -had stayed- things between them would change forever and Helena had not wanted to lose her friendship, that would have killed her and that was the very reason that she had decided to leave without saying goodbye.

Kate listened to her without judging or lecturing her, she let her speak and vent out her pain, and she understood that at some point Hel had to face her demons. The desolate sadness in the young girl's eyes every time she mentioned Barbara was too deep to forget and pretend it didn't exist. Perhaps with time, Hel would find someone that would help her forget but in the main time that wasn't going to happen. If only Hel would seek Barbara out to tell her how she felt if only to let her know. Hel needed to tell her, but the right moment would come someday, everything happened for a reason, nothing was as it seemed or happened by chance. She limited herself to giving her unconditional support, and promising that no one would ever know that Hel Kyle lived there.

Since she didn't have to work to have money and her paintings were selling very well, Helena took Kate's advice to heart and began traveling. She would drive her black brand new Jeep Liberty down to Tijuana, Mexico and take a flight from there to Mexico City where she would travel to other destinations. She had decided to see countries that she had not been able to see with her mother. She had lived in Europe for the first 12 years of her life, she knew it well, and they had traveled to Japan and parts of Africa. So now, she traveled through Mexico, South America, and Oceania. She would leave for several weeks, return, and then leave once again. When she returned, the time she spent back in San Francisco was occupied in painting and doing the odd sculpture, before leaving again Kate was getting ready to do another exposition of her works and needed a good stock of paintings.

Helena continued to be the solitary person she always was, with that shadow of sadness that surrounded her but at the same time freer and less frustrated, without that dark energy that possessed her while she lived in New Gotham. Anyone that knew the former Huntress well would say that she had lost her spark but in reality, it was only that she had made a truce with herself. After a lot of thought and tears, she had accepted the death of her mother, the betrayal of her father and the loss of Barbara. Far from the violence and constant high alert of New Gotham, Helena gave herself the time to really feel the loss of her loved ones and not so loved ones with a maturity that she didn't have before. It was that knowledge and acceptance that permitted her to live at ease with herself even if with the painful memories of Barbara. Nevertheless, whenever she thought of her, even if it was with sadness, now she did it only to treasure the good memories. It was the only way to survive her absence.

It was during this stage in her life that Kate went up to the apartment and saw Helena's paintings of Barbara. They were beautiful, full of love and devotion, full of energy and desire, vibrant and passionate.

"Tell me Hel that these paintings are part of the pieces that will be in the exposition." Kate asked excitedly, they would be a great success if that were so.

"No Kate, those belong to my personal collection, they are too private, and I won't sell them." Helena said with conviction and a secret smile on her lips. Sell one of Barbara's portraits? NEVER, it was the only thing she had to remind her of Barbara.

"It's her." Kate stated in understanding.

"Yes." She responded in a whisper.

"Ok, let me propose this, pick the one you like the most and we'll put it in the exhibit, but it won't be for sale. It will be part of your private collection, as a sample of your quality and passion. It is too beautiful for you not to show it."

Helena thought for a moment, turned to look at the paintings for a long time as if thinking about the consequences of doing it. The possibility of someone recognizing Barbara in one of them was probably nonexistent. She didn't think anyone from New Gotham would visit the exhibit and it had been a very long time since Barbara had appeared in pictures or anything like that.

"It's fine Kate, I let you exhibit three of them on the wall of honor, what do you think?" She smiled. "But you don't think they might speculate that it's me?"

"Absolutely" she agreed immediately. "But I don't think that will be a problem, or will it?"

"Remember that no one must know who the artist is, and it doesn't matter how much money they offer you for them, these are not for sale and I'm standing firm on that." She affirmed seriously.

"I understand Helena, you can trust me and you know that don't you?" She looked into her eyes.

"Yes Kate, but try to understand, it's the only thing I have left of her and…" Her voice broke.

"You don't have to explain sweetie, I understand." She hugged her briefly; Helena was not one for physical contact or had anyone invade her personal space.

With that out of the way, Helena helped Kate mount the exhibit, to prepare the invitations and help with other details. The day of the exposition was at hand, Helena was in her apartment or actually on the roof looking at the stars and thinking about the past two years and how much her life had changed since then. Was she happy? Not exactly, and perhaps she would never be, but for now, it was enough. She had achieved the dream that she'd had as teen, one that that she thought lost forever and that should be enough, right?

Once again, the exhibit was a great success, Kate got many offers for the portraits in Hel's private collection, one of Barbara's portraits and the other two only had the figure of a woman looking off into the horizon, but she clearly told everyone that they were not for sale under any circumstances much to everyone's dismay.

Two days later what Helena had thought almost impossible, happened. Someone recognized the portrait and wanted the painting. However, more than anything else someone had recognized the signature and wanted to speak with her. She wished to speak with her. She needed to, as was made very clear to Kate.

Helena gripped the telephone until her knuckles turned white, with barely contained panic, fuck!

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