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.

our marriage. Don’t hold it

sardonic smile etched onto

Tyrone, her

his apologies to her and resorted

no longer wished to converse with

walked out

was a picture of

receding figure, Tyrone’s eyes

Suddenly, his phone rang.

glance at the

news? I apologize, I ought to have

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