Painted Secrets

The music shifted the smooth jazz fading into a haunting love song that tugged me back to the orphanage. My mind couldn’t shake the troubling connection between Zane’s painting and Holden's. The strokes, the colors—they all had the same style. Had they been pals? The possibility nags at me.

It was siesta time, and the restaurant at the Apex hotel was calm, nearly empty except for a few strangers l