Nathan’s P.O.V

I saw it in her eyes the moment the truth clicked. That subtle widening of her pupils, the way her breath hitched and her lips parted just slightly, barely a whisper, but then she gasped and her fingers curled around the edge of the canvas like she needed to anchor herself.

“Nathan…” Her voice cracked. “Is she… is Sophia the same Phoenix? The artist you used to talk about all the time… the one you were, God—you were obsessed over for ...