Chapter 68

Like its occupant, Zane’s room was large, masculine, solid. The heavy oak dresser, nightstands, and writing desk looked antique. And was that a washstand in the far corner? Rory broke free of Zane and approached; he’d never seen a washstand in the flesh so to speak before. An earthenware bowl and pitcher stood side by side on it and looked old, too

“This was Grandma and Granddad Fox’s room,” Zane said.

But Rory’s attention had moved from the washstand to a large pad of paper on the desk. As he neared it, he saw it was an open sketchpad with an unfinished pencil drawing of a horse grazing in a field. He was no expert on drawing, but the image looked incredibly lifelike. He felt compelled to touch the horse but pulled his fingers back at the last second. “Did one of your grandparents draw this?” If so, it could be quite old and maybe the paper was fragile or…

“Uh, no.”

The hesitancy in Zane’s voice had Rory look over his shoulder.