C15 Fifteen

Alexis stood in the doorway of Cody’s room, watching him. His back was to her, and he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, intently painting. The canvas before him was splattered with colors—bold reds, deep blues, and shocking yellows swirling together in a chaotic blend. It looked like a child’s messy artwork, but Alexis had learned to see something deeper in Cody’s creations