Rae's POV
We were quiet for a minute after Mom's text lit up my phone screen.
Killian's thumb had stopped moving on my thigh. He glanced over, saw my face, and let out a low, tired laugh that was half groan.
"We're so screwed," he muttered again, shaking his head. "No souvenir. No proof we were anywhere near an art exhibit."
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. "We could say it was sold out?"
"Mom's gonna ask for pictures. Or worse-she'll want to see the brochure."
I groaned, sinking lower in the seat. "We're terrible at this lying thing."
He reached over and squeezed my knee. "We'll figure it out. There's a little shopping street on the way home-boutiques, a chocolatier, that kind of thing. We'll stop, grab something quick. She'll never know."
I nodded, still a little jittery from t
