Seventy-nine. The shadow behind the wallpaper

The soothing and relaxing piano melody emanated from the study, seeping into the dimly lit corridor.

The tune lasted for several seconds before coming to an abrupt halt, as the sound of the piano keys resonated. McPherson turned his head, startled. "What's the matter...?" Dorin appeared at the doorway, her coffee steaming in her hand.

Seeing that it was his wife, McPherson let out a small sigh of relief, "Maybe it's because we just moved to a new home, everything here is so unfamiliar, it's normal to overthink... Let's go to bed earlier, we can start working again tomorrow morning."

Dorin walked into the study and placed the coffee beside the table, "But I've already made the coffee."

"Drink it when we wake up in the morning, it'll be perfect to perk me up." McPherson closed the piano lid and tidied up the few sheets of discarded music drafts, throwing them into the waste basket.