The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 45

Tyler anxiously awaited his mother’s response after engaging in a reciprocative conversation with her. However, instead of a reply, all that followed was an eerie silence, accompanied by the subtle sound of her fingers tapping on the armrest of the nearby armchair.

“Mom,” Tyler called out once again, his voice tinged with a hopeful anticipation that was mirrored in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jane, positioned on the periphery, observed the unfolding scene in a silent and contemplative manner. She seemed to be a silent spectator to the emotional dynamics playing out before her.

As Tyler stood there, the lump in his throat growing with every passing second, he nervously swallowed, trying to dislodge the tension that had settled there. The pregnant pause hung heavily in the air as he remained suspended between his expectation of a response and the void of his mother’s silence.

Yet, that response he so eagerly anticipated didn’t materialize. Instead, the only discernible action was the abrupt te