Upon entering the house, I was greeted by an unexpected but much-appreciated sense of relief: the presence of quietness.
With a certain degree of anticipation, I anticipated that Tyler would be waiting in the living room, prepared to release any pent-up frustration that he had worked himself into.
However, the lights were dim, and there was no sign of him anywhere visible. That's good.
Having to deal with yet another conflict tonight was the last thing I needed.
As I made my way up the stairs, my footfall were gentle on the carpeted steps, and I was already mentally getting ready to go to bed.
With any luck, he would be sound sleeping, and I would be able to sneak in without making a sound. Now, however, when I entered the door to his room, I came to a complete and utter halt. His
