Davina's POV
I watched Calista and Dotty return to our cell, defeat written across their faces. The worry lines etched deep around their eyes told me everything - their calls had been useless.
Twenty thousand dollars. Where could any of us possibly find that kind of money?
"I reached out to Chase too," Calista's voice cracked with desperation. "He's coming."
We all understood the reality - Chase couldn't produce that kind of cash, but at least he deserved to know where his family was locked up.
The metal door clanged open as the officer let them back inside. Calista's eyes found ours immediately. "I'm so sorry, everyone. I genuinely believed he was done with that painting. He told me once to go ahead and take it... I was convinced he actually meant those words."
Dotty's face twisted with disgust. "Obviously he'd say anything while he was wasted and buried deep inside you." The cruel words hit their mark, and I saw Calista's expression crumble.
