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.

major, inspired by him, striving

him,

university, Tyrone had graduated, leaving a trail of tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors with their own accolades and

on your

she responded nonchalantly, shaking

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

the party

response. Rarely did she grace such events anymore. The combination of a

within, she was just a

previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of