Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying nothing.

“How could you possibly know what cards I needed?” Sabrina asked curiously.

With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, “It’s easy. Your plays reveal your needs. One can deduce to some extent from the reactions of others while they play.”

Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.

Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone’s academic background, which was a degree in math and finance.

He always aced his exams.

At that moment, she sensed a gap between herself and Tyrone.

opted for a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently

him, it was

on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with their own accolades

your mind?”

nonchalantly, shaking her

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

at the party

did she grace such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job

she was just

the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of the chilling pool water