Evangeline

One week later.

I swipe open the message from an unknown number and mutter its content out loud: Meet me here by 10:30.

Underneath the message is a pinned location. I navigate the map, my brows creased into a frown. It leads to an old event building not very far from my museum.

It clicks.

A smile drags my lips wide.

Alexander is the only one who knows that I’m still cooped up at the museum at this time. Maybe this is his way of luring me away from work after giving up on ...