“No, it’s not over!” Galilea cried. “Whenever I shut my eyes, memories of the past invade my thoughts. I called out to you in the darkness, longing for you to rescue me…”

Tyrone held his silence.

Sabrina, in the corner, didn’t exit.

A “crash” reverberated, and the car door muted Galilea’s sobs.

Sabrina clutched her hands and watched. The dark Cayenne left the underground parking lot.

Looking at her phone screen, Sabrina sighed with relief.

She knew Tyrone would make concessions for Galilea.

was negligible, her

as if she had

but dared not pin any hopes on

a taxi to head back home after riding the elevator to the ground

sent her a message. “Apologies,

I’ll catch a taxi home,”

at home.

“Sure.”

reply was nonchalant,

when Tyrone

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