Carina pov
The following morning arrived far sooner than I expected.
Despite barely sleeping, I was awake before sunrise, staring at the ceiling while countless thoughts raced through my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the painting. The painting that had eluded me for weeks. The painting I was certain held answers.
Last night Damien's offer had felt like a miracle. Now, standing outside the elevator with Mr. Cole, my heart was pounding hard enough that I was afraid he might hear it.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ashford," Mr. Cole said.
I forced a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Cole."
He pressed a security card against a scanner and entered a code. A soft beep followed and the elevator doors slid open.
"Right this way, ma'am."
I stepped inside beside him. The elevator descended slowly and
