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.

marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently to keep her

him,

tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with

your mind?” Tyrone

she responded nonchalantly,

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

you join me at the party tomorrow evening?”

grace such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a distaste for the elite

was just a

she retained were memories