Parker cupped his hands and looked inside. “Are you sure you have the right address?”
She took a few steps back and pointed to the metal letters spelling “Dallas Museum of Art” above the door. Behind her a fountain splashed.
Parker knocked. “Hello?”
A stout man wearing a security uniform approached. He pushed open the door. “May I help you?”
She tried to catch her breath. “We’re here for the high school art show.”
Parker chimed in. “It’s an awards ceremony.”
The man rubbed his stubbly chin. “You’re late.”
As they rushed past, she nodded. “We know.” She followed where the guard pointed and hustled across the wooden floors. Adults and children milled around in the gallery adorned with students’ artwork. Beth scanned the crowd for a familiar face. “Do you see her?”
Parker cracked his knuckles. “No.”
Then Beth spotted her. She saw her baby.
In the corner Hannah chewed on her thumbnail and looked around nervously. She wore the burgundy pantsuit Beth had picked out on-line.
