(Sanya's POV)
"His hands," Maya continues. "They were calloused from work. You could tell he wasn't soft, wasn't pampered. But his touch was always so careful. So gentle."
The painter adds more detail. Shading. Depth.
Three hours pass like three years.
I notice Jake's absence. He's conveniently away on patrol during this entire process. Does he know what's happening? Is he avoiding this deliberately?
Or is he hiding from Maya?
The thought makes my head spin. She would've recognized him on sight and pointed him out to Tyron.
"I think..." The painter leans back, studying his work. "I think I'm finished."
My heart stops.
Tyron stands immediately. "Show us."
The painter hesitates, something strange crossing his face. Confusion? Concern?
"I painted exactly what you described," he say
