Anabella Clayton's POV:
The renowned modern painter Leonard Vance happened to be hosting an exhibition in Londale, and I had heard rumors of an interactive painting workshop tailored for children, so I brought Elinor along to the gallery.
"Mommy, look at this one! Doesn't it look just like outer space?" Elinor tugged excitedly at my hem, pointing toward a massive abstract canvas in the foyer, its depths swirling with deep, cosmic hues.
Elinor had possessed a startling artistic intuition since she was small, a trait inherited, no doubt, from the Sullivan bloodline rather than from Bowden, whose mind was a desert of dry numbers.
"That piece is titled 'Interstellar Travel.' You have a keen eye, little lady." A sharp, familiar voice drifted down from the second-floor gallery.
Elinor insti
