Everything Under Control

Cameron's face had been filled with surprise when his phone rang a few minutes past eight and Calista's name was displayed on the screen. The only thought that ran through his mind as he picked up the call was, Did something bad happen to her again?

The exhibition Calista had reluctantly mentioned to Cameron was fixed for 4pm, which meant that she had most likely already gone for it. And knowing how present Calista liked to be at events, Cameron felt uneasy that she was calling him. It was very unlike her.

As soon as he had picked up the phone, Calista's voice had flowed out of the receiver in a very contained manner, “Come get me, Cam. I don't want to be here anymore, I want to go home.” The address of the venue had come next and Cameron found himself driving to the destination without hesitance.

Never in his life had he seen such a gathering—of the strangest set of people alive—before. But the crowd wasn't what had kept him spellbound to the place, it was the art that swept him off