HIRAM’S POV:
As I stop the car in the parking lot, Juniper opens the door and strides off without a second glance. I exhale sharply, stepping out and following her. She pushes the front door open without knocking and brushes past Winston. She quickens her pace down the hall.
“June!” I call, but she doesn’t stop.
I speed up, reaching for her hand and pulling her back to me, my arms wrapping around her waist to keep her from slipping away. She struggles against my grip, her hands pounding on my chest as though that could make me let go.
“You know that isn’t doing anything, right?” I ask, looking down at her tiny figure, still struggling relentlessly. She scoffs and averts her gaze, clenching her jaw. “It was never my intention for you to see the paintings, and—”
“So I wouldn’t find out
