Joana couldn't bring herself to decline Erwin's invitation to the exhibit, considering how persistently he had asked. Thus, after putting Michaela to bed, she approached Lina with a hand on her stomach and a contrived frown on her face.
"I'm afraid I may have contracted food poisoning," she stated, simulating illness. "Could you keep an eye on things if Michaela wakes up? I plan to visit urgent care."
Lina frowned, checking her watch. "Do you require a driver?" she inquired.
Joana vehemently shook her head. "No, it's fine. I will hail a cab."
"Very well," Lina acquiesced, pursing her lips. "Take care."
Dressed in a simple outfit that could pass for attire suitable for an urgent care visit, Joana flagged down a cab outside the penthouse.
Upon arriving at the art gallery, a lump formed
