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 to keep her

for him, it

tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of

your mind?” Tyrone

she responded nonchalantly, shaking her

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

at the party

was Sabrina’s response. Rarely did she grace such events anymore. The combination of a demanding job and a distaste for the

within, she was just

dinner, yet all she retained were memories