The Points Between - Chapter 13

The sun beat down on the back of Matthew's neck as he bent over his tablet, pencil scratching against paper. Children shouted happily in the distance as they ran through Bridge Street Park, rambunctious and carefree, their parents watching with deceptive indifference. He was drawing today, and drawing was different from painting—for Matthew, it was almost the opposite of painting. He painted when he knew what he wanted to capture; he drew when he wanted to see what he might find. Today he...