Chapter 11

• The ride was silent and it didn’t help her racking nerves. She felt her palms go wet and unconsciously rubbed them on her hip. In a few seconds they were tuned to arrival. The metal doors opened to the most beautiful art gallery Zipporah had ever seen. She stepped into the stunning room which portrayed a dedication to various forms of art. It held a fascinating amount of space which englobed what resembled a study and several paintings, side by side, on each wall. At the end of the room was a large, black desk before an equally sized chair. Guarding the only furniture in the room, by each side, were two shelves filled with books and miniature sculptures of dog like creatures.
• The room was painted white as the rest of the house, it had the same splash of colors on the ceiling. The air in the room felt like a blanket on her face, it was warm and light unlike the lightening which was cool and dark. There was a glowing bulb in between each painting and an insufficient chandelier which supported the brightness of the room. She could hear her feet echo on the tiled floor as she marked each step.
• She turned back when she heard the elevator ping, its doors were closing with Kingsley still inside. He gave her a farewell nod when her brows formed a worried look. Once the doors closed completely, she was left alone and the silence was louder than it was in the elevator. She threw her eyes around, not sure what she was searching for or if she was suppose to search, or just wait. As she waited, she began to admire the first frame of a watercolor bonfire painting on her left. Slowly, like she had almost all the time in the world, she walked down one frame at a time, each one as enchanting as the last.