Inside, the gallery radiated calm, its white walls bathed in warm sunlight streaming through tall windows.
The air held a faint aroma of clean wood mingled with old paint. Soft instrumental music played in the background as a few visitors moved deliberately through the space, treating the art with the reverence it deserved.
Yet, beneath the serene atmosphere, Ezra's thoughts churned violently, particularly after that incident.
How could he have kissed her? What had driven him to that point?
