Fractured bonds

Kelly

“Who is he?” I asked, my voice cracked as I stared at the grainy image Olivia had handed me.  

Her expression was cold and unyielding, her lips twisting. 

“I don’t know, but I think he’s the key to finding Aiden.”  

The photograph trembled in my hands, my vision blurring as fear tightened its grip on my chest. Aiden’s face, pale and tear-streaked, was in the background of the photo, and the man standing in front of him was a stranger. A  tall  figure, his face partially scarred, but the malice in his posture was unmistakable.  

“Where do we find him?” My voice barely audible.  

Olivia glanced at...