Before she knew it, the painting came crashing down on her hands, and the searing pain turned her face ghostly pale. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed to the floor.
Before walking away, Chesca’s ex-husband even spat at Solenne.
All of this happened in just a few short minutes. Rockwell, busy with Chesca, had completely forgotten Solenne was even there. He didn’t look back to see her get hurt. He didn’t see the painting strike her down.
Solenne tried to push herself up, but her arms gave out. The next thing she knew, she collapsed again.
‘M-My h-hands… I-I can’t… I can’t move my hands at all!’
The horrifying realization hit her like ice water. It was as if the blood in her body suddenly froze.
