Chapter 95

• As the tension thickened around her, Charlotte crouched low, her heart racing like a drum echoing in the silence of fear. The armed figures would likely never understand the dreams she had painted with each brush stroke, the stories woven through the vibrant hues of her art. They were merely shadows, darkened by their intentions, while she struggled to hold tight to the flicker of hope within her.
• Suddenly, a shout pierced through her reverie. “FBI! Hands in the air!” The sound reverberated off the bank's walls, and Charlotte’s breath hitched in her throat. Agents stormed in, shouting commands as they moved with purpose and precision, their badges gleaming even under the harsh bank lights.
• Within seconds, chaos erupted as agents confronted the robbers, the air electric with tension. Charlotte’s heart pounded as she found herself getting pulled into the chaos, her instincts urging her to remain hidden, yet the need to survive fought against her instincts. Then, two agents spotted her in the corner, a look of determination crossing their faces as they approached.