*Grace*

The faint scent of musty paper filled the air as I sat at my desk, tucked away in the dimly lit research room of the museum. The cursor on my computer screen blinked relentlessly, taunting me with each passing second as I contemplated the text message displayed on my phone.

'Hey Grace,' Alex's message read. 'Are you going to the artwork exhibition tonight? I'd love for you to join me.'

I had completely forgotten about it, but the prospect of ...