Chapter 3: Rising Action
Sarah's apartment was dimly lit, mimicking the soft glow of dusk-concealed sun, casting long shadows on the wall. The furniture was antique-reminiscent and pertly feminine, eloquently juxtaposing the modern profusion of sporting relics-golf cleats, surfboards, boxing gloves-that studded the perimeter of the room, marking invisible boundaries within the space. Sarah meandered around while I sat quietly, surveying the area, unsure of what to expect.