Chapter 92

HAZEL

“Darian,” I turned around, he was still watching me but I was glad that he hadn’t moved. I held out my hand and waited for him to take the drawing.

It was Kiera’s panting but why would she sit in a cold dark room by a lonesome desk and paint?

And the painting of the girl, all alone, was that mean to be her?

Imagining being here alone gave me the chills but then to think of a five-year-old little girl sitting here in this grey room without any toys or windows and just one lamp to give her light—my throat was closing up as the emotions welled to the surface from the mere thought.

No child would willingly sit alone in a dark room and paint.

“Maybe she wasn’t alone,” Trixy said.

“Why do I feel almost certain that she was?”

The shallow sound of a door opening had me whipping my head toward the door. I looked at Darian to make sure he was ready but he wasn’t looking at me and he wasn’t reacting to the sound; he was watching the drawing