"So if that is true, it means I was really trapped in the fire?"
She frowned. "What do you mean? You were caught up in there?"
"I came back to Paloma during that fire. Unfortunately, I didn't make it. I was trapped and the fire engulfed me. The last thing I remembered was that I lost consciousness."
"How did you get out?"
I stared at her for a while before I responded. "I might sound crazy too, but what if Paloma saved me?"
She looked around. "But where's the Paloma painting?"
I shook my head. "I looked for it everywhere. But I can't find it."
"So, what are you gonna do now with these paintings?"
"Display them in another art gallery?" I suggested.
She frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. Because if the press finds out, they might think that the fire was just a scheme. You'l
