Marcus's POV
Courtney doesn’t ease into it. She never does.
“She destroyed it.”
The words hit me mid-step, sharp enough that I stop walking. The hallway noise blurs around me—lockers slamming, laughter, the distant echo of shoes on tile—but all I can hear is the tight fury in Courtney’s voice through the phone.
“What do you mean destroyed?” I ask, already knowing I won’t like the answer.
“Jessica,” Courtney says. “She trashed the entire exhibit. Every canvas. Anna found it like that.”
My hand tightens around my phone. “Is Anna okay?”
There’s a pause. Too long.
“She’s… holding it together,” Courtney says carefully. “Which scares me more.”
That lands heavier than anything else.
“I’m coming,” I say immediately.
“She doesn’t want to see anyone yet,” Courtney replies. “She asked me t
