Chapter 67: Beautiful Thing

A soft triangle of orange light stretched from the porch into the sitting room, casting a warm glow over the silvery grey, silky carpet. The walls were adorned with a fine grey canvas, and the modern furniture was arranged in a way that highlighted the sophisticated interior design of the room. Jason sat comfortably on an accent chair, his left elbow resting on the armrest, supporting his face, while his right hand held a book. His grey eyes were engrossed in the text, absorbed as if transported to another world. The lavender curtains framed the windows on the north side, but were drawn open to the west, allowing the last rays of the setting sun to seep through the glass, bathing the room in a soft, orange hue. The light caught the back of Jason’s head, creating a halo-like effect around him. Beyond the windows, the yard was a burst of color, filled with delicate pansies, orderly tulips, vibrant daffodils, and clusters of red roses. Yet, Jason found the words on the pages of his book