Olivia
We were back inside the museum, but my head was somewhere else entirely.
The tour guide was talking, moving us through the exhibits, but I couldn’t focus on a single word. Her lips moved, but to me, it was all background noise—like a distant radio I couldn’t tune into.
My mind kept circling back to that old woman’s voice. Her warning. Her eyes. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to shake it off—it clung to me like wet clothes.
The museum itself was massive—towering ceilings, endless hallways filled with priceless art and towering sculptures. Floor after floor of masterpieces I couldn’t name.
And even though I never really cared much about art, I had to admit... the place was stunning.
Sebastian, of course, was totally in his element. Eyes lit up, taking in every detail, completely absorbed. He always had a soft spot for art—he appreciated beauty in a way I never quite understood.
By the time we reached the highest floor—God, it had to be thirty stories up—I quietly broke off fro
