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.

clueless about our marriage. Don’t hold

smile etched onto

Tyrone,

resorted to making

longer wished to converse with

she walked out

form was a picture

her receding figure, Tyrone’s eyes

Suddenly, his phone rang.

a glance at the screen before

apologize, I ought to

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