Chapter 4 — The Cracks Appear

Elliot

Elliot Grayson stood in the doorway of his study, the morning light slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows in uneven lines, glinting off polished surfaces. The air held the faint tang of cleaning products, sharp and cold like everything else in the room. His gaze, however, was drawn not to the order around him but to the small, dissonant object perched on the edge of the desk: her sketchbook.