Chapter 50
He couldn’t explain it himself, and yet here he was, pushing open the museum doors and walking through the foyer toward the exhibit halls. The air inside was cool and dry, the art pieces gleaming under the gallery lights.
Nate wandered through the exhibits, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The paintings were beautiful, each one telling a story that only its creator could truly know.
He reached the end of the hall, turning into a smaller exhibit room. There were only a few pieces here—three large paintings lined up along one wall, each one depicting a cityscape with a single figure at its center.
Nate approached them slowly, feeling a sudden sense of unease in his chest. The paintings were all different—different styles, different colors—but still somehow familiar.
