The room fell into a profound silence.

Eventually, Tyrone broke the silence. “I’m sorry. My worry got the best of me.”

Sorry?

How strange.

Three years of marriage, and all she got from him was the word “sorry.”

“I take the blame. I’ll make amends. Ask for anything, it’s yours.

She’s clueless about our

etched onto Sabrina’s

Tyrone, her

and resorted

wished to converse with Tyrone.

walked out of

a

her receding figure, Tyrone’s eyes

Suddenly, his phone rang.

the

apologize, I ought

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