Vanished Portrait
I searched my memory, going back over the events of the previous few days to see if I could recall anything out of the ordinary. However, the more I pondered, the more my thoughts were blank. My buddies, meantime, observed me and speculated about its possible destination. There was simply the silent knowledge that something significant had disappeared without a trace, and no explanation. Madelyn waited, saying she would assist in finding it later.
Vanished Portrait
Promises of Help
Madelyn intervened immediately, her tone calm and calming. She put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and reassured me, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it.” In an attempt to emulate her composure, I nodded. Her readiness to help bolstered the trust I was working so hard to preserve. I said, “Thanks, Madelyn,” hoping that my tone wouldn’t reveal my nagging notion. I was left wondering about the mysteries that were developing in my own house as my friends gradually left.
Promises Of Help
