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.

about our marriage. Don’t hold it against

sardonic smile etched

Tyrone,

offered his apologies to her and resorted to making threats in order

longer wished to converse

out of

was a picture

receding figure,

Suddenly, his phone rang.

the screen before

I apologize, I ought to

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