Chapter Forty-Seven: Cole pov The solo show in New York was three weeks away, and Jay was losing his mind.He paced the apartment at night. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't eat. Couldn't stop staring at his drawings, rearranging them, second-guessing every line and shadow."What if they hate it?" he asked for the hundredth time."They won't.""What if no one comes?""People will come.""What if the gallery cancels?""Jay.""What if—"I kissed him. "Stop.""I can't.""Yes, you can."He pulled back. Looked at me. His eyes were wild. His hands were shaking."I'm scared," he said."I know.""This is different. This isn't hockey. This isn't your career. This is mine.""I know.""What if I fail?""Then you fail. And you try again.""I don't want to fail.""No one does. But you won't.""How do you know?"I put my hands on his shoulders. Looked him in the eyes. "Because your work is amazing. Because Elena believes in you. Because I believe in you. Now stop pacing and eat something."He sat down. At
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