The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 46

“What’s the matter?” Tyler’s voice carried a deliberate slowness, his curiosity piqued. Uncertainty shrouded him, unsure of what to expect from Jane. His brows furrowed, his gaze steady as it settled upon Jane, who appeared somewhat intimidated by the gravity of Tyler’s tone and his very presence. She glanced up at him, her fingers nervously bringing her right hand to her ear before extending it out toward Tyler, a note clutched within her trembling palm.

“This,” her voice wavered slightly as she uttered the word, her hand quivering as she opened her palm to reveal its contents. Within it lay a small piece of paper. Tyler’s hand moved slowly and deliberately, gently settling on the paper that rested atop Jane’s hand, before he lifted it, cradling the note between his fingers.

As his eyes captured the contents of the note, a realization dawned upon Tyler – it was an image of his mother. The image he carried with him always, a cherished memento. His forehead furrowed instantly, his expr