Chapter 50

• DEX
• “It’s right here,” Lydia explains, pointing to one of the photographs spread across my desk. It’s from the upcoming exhibit at the MET, set to open in less than a week. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on her, waiting for her to continue. “This is the place I’ve been dreaming about for months.”
• The tension in the room is thick. We’ve all gathered in my office—the usual group. Clara and Calma stand protectively near Lydia, their concern showing in every small glance. Desmond, Maxwell, and Jack are on the other side, studying every image and note with serious faces.