“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.

faith in Tyrone was negligible, her disappointment,

if she had

but dared not pin any hopes

back home after riding the elevator

Tyrone sent her a message. “Apologies,

catch a taxi

for me at home. We’ll have dinner

“Sure.”

reply was nonchalant, not expecting

recall countless times when Tyrone

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