Fragments of Truth

Our footsteps echoed in the hall as we hurried to our room. I told Kaelen about the numbers I found in Holden’s painting, and he was eager to see them. The destroyed painting lay on the dresser.

Kaelen grabbed the torn pieces and spread them out on the bed. “Show me where the numbers are,” he demanded.

Kaelen's harsh tone frustrated me. He drastically changed from gentle to stone. I looked at the