She shouldn’t have bothered. Perhaps she should have left him to sleep in the cold outside.

Sabrina disentangled her hand from his, grabbed a fresh blanket, and retired to a separate guest bedroom.

After her departure, Tyrone continued to whisper, “Sabrina… Babe…”

In the silence of the night, two trending hashtags startled the internet, leaving people aghast.

The morning sun cast a blinding light onto Tyrone’s face through the window. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he awoke, feeling disoriented.

His head throbbed painfully.

Shutting his eyes once more, he massaged his aching forehead. Gradually sitting up, he realized he wasn’t in the master bedroom, but in Sabrina’s room.

the other half of the bed was neat, as

room, returning to the master bedroom to shower and brush his

stairs, his hand absentmindedly sought his pocket only to realize

room in

of last night’s events, speculating that he’d either forgotten it in the

in search of his phone, Tyrone found a phone. Not

the living room, where Sabrina’s phone began

at the screen, Tyrone saw it was her assistant dialing

the call, the assistant’s panicked voice filled

Chavez, you’ve finally picked

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