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

returning to the master bedroom

absentmindedly sought his pocket only to realize

Sabrina’s room in search of his phone but to

events, speculating that he’d either forgotten it

car in search of his phone,

walked into the living room, where Sabrina’s phone

screen, Tyrone saw it was her

the assistant’s panicked

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