16

~Faye

“Who in the world is Tayten?” I question, fingers brushing over the words on the page. 

Cal gently takes the book from my hand, placing it on his lap to look at. The book looks old, but preserved. My mind spins at all the possibilities this could lead to, however, my mind is stuck on what the book actually is. There are no words in the entire book aside from this one passage. 

As if he could read my mind, Cal spoke. “I think this is used to communicate.”

“But with who? And why?” I ask, exasperated, as if Cal would magically have the answers to all my questions.