There was a dense and oppressive silence in the room as Tyler sat on the side of the bed, looking at the door that Nicole had just walked through.
The visible anger in his face caused his jaw to tighten, and his hands were sitting on his thighs, locked into fists.
The weight of Nicole's abrupt arrival was pressing down on him like a stone, and he could still hear the faint echo of her footfall as she hurried down the stairs down the stairs.
The movement of Julie's hand as it moved down his arm was intentional and gradual. She changed her position opposite him.
She was trying to pull him back, with the goal of reducing the tension that had been building up in the room ever since Nicole had taken the first step inside.
However, it was not successful. The ideas that were going throug
