Penelope’s POV:
All from Vincent.
Guilt eats my heart and leaves nothing behind. He did call, he did text. I just didn't see any of them.
Oh. My phone was on dnd all day.
“Pen! You need to look at this!” Sera’s panic laden voice pulls me back. I look up to see her walking up to me with her laptop. She halts a few feet in front of me, glances at the screen then back at my face. “Actually, I don’t think it’s right. Forget about it.”
I put my phone away, making a mental note to apologize to Vincent later. “What is it?” I ask.
She glances over my shoulder at Athena. She looks worried and a tad guilty. “It’s about Mrs Fletcher’s painting. And it’s not pretty.”
She shows the screen to me. Displayed on it is a surveillance video showing the storage room where some paintings were kept l
