Tyrone asked, “What’s the matter, Sabrina?”

“Tyrone, where’s my phone?”

“It’s here with me.”

“Alright. When are you coming home?”

“I can’t say. It depends.”

The recording moved onto the next one.

Tyrone promptly muted the sound, his mind echoing with Galilea’s words from the recording.

that truly what she

speak to Sabrina in such

cast his gaze

again, Galilea’s post crossed his

And the fire accident.

if Galilea had a hidden

massaged his forehead as a past conflict between him and Sabrina over Galilea’s make-up artist

style wasn’t fit for the commercial shooting but she was unwilling

Tyrone doubted that Galilea would

there were indeed

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