“Tyrone, Let’s go out first.”

“Sure.”

Rising from the floor, Tyrone exited the surgical suite in silence.

Once outside, Sergio promptly dialed his father, who was away on a business trip.

Lena, meanwhile, sought to console Larry. In the midst of his grief, Larry directed his secretary to notify the funeral home and their extended family, to begin the preparations for the forthcoming services.

Larry, upon ending the call, found Tyrone seated solitary on a nearby chair, his vacant stare cast forward, rigid as a gravestone.

Larry approached, laying a comforting hand on Tyrone’s shoulder.

“Tyrone.”

Larry’s anxious gaze and managed to

just needed time

with Cesar was

memory of his mother, nor did he know his

earliest recollections were of a

Wanda had raised him. Though they were his

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

of miscarrying before. The shock might be too

was well aware that this magnitude of

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