Cassie didn’t expect the cab to stop in front of the art museum.
It was her mother’s idea to “clear her head” with a quiet day out. Cassie had thought they’d visit the botanical gardens or grab lunch at the food trucks downtown, but when the driver pulled up to the marble steps of the city’s most famous museum, she frowned.
“We’re not here to look at paintings,” her mom said cryptically. “Go inside.”
Before Cassie could argue, her mom paid the fare and told the driver to wait for her return.
“Mom, what—”
“Just go,” her mother said, smiling gently. “You’ll understand soon.”
Cassie stepped inside, her sneakers echoing against the museum’s polished stone floor. The receptionist greeted her with an overly bright smile and handed her a folded note.
Cassie blinked.
Cassie,
Take the elev
