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.

she opted for a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently to keep her

him,

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

your mind?”

nonchalantly, shaking

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

join me at the party tomorrow

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

was

remembered the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories