“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

time to

bond with Cesar was much like

mother, nor did he

of a life shared with

had raised him. Though they were his grandparents, they were

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

off for now. She’s been at risk of miscarrying before. The shock might be too much.” Tyrone shook his head, shifting

magnitude

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