The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 144

Tyler’s gaze lingered on Jane, who stood before him, an insurmountable silence enveloping them. In the charged air, no words dared to escape, trapped between the gravity of their unspoken emotions. Jane’s eyes, usually bright, now bore a weightiness, their depths darkened with stress, mirroring the weariness etched upon her face. Her disheveled appearance betrayed a vulnerability that Tyler had never witnessed before.

“You’re awake,” Tyler murmured, his voice tinged with both relief and uncertainty. However, Jane seemed almost detached, as though the tears she’d shed in his arms were now a distant memory, buried beneath layers of unresolved tension.

“Can you please answer my question, Mr. Damiano? What are you doing in my house?” Jane’s words burst forth, laced with a mixture of accusation and confusion, leaving Tyler momentarily speechless. He stood, grappling for an adequate response, but found himself ensnared in the intensity of her gaze, unsure how to navigate the tumultuous sea