The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 105

Tyler, with deliberate slowness, raised his head, his eyes locking onto Jane’s figure as she stood before the ornate mirror. The room was awash in the gentle glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that danced across the antique furniture and faded wallpaper. His surprise at her unexpected presence sent a shiver down his spine, much like a startled deer guarding its fawns.

Jane’s reflection appeared somewhat hazy in the dusty glass, mirroring her uncertainty. As she took a tentative step toward him, the old wooden floorboards creaked beneath her weight, adding a layer of tension to the room’s already palpable atmosphere. Their eyes met, two pools of emotion colliding in an unspoken exchange.

Following Tyler’s initial question, silence enveloped them, thick and heavy. The soft hum of the antique grandfather clock in the corner seemed to resonate with their unspoken words. Jane continued her measured approach, drawing closer until their shoulders brushed against each other. It was