“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 croak out,

just needed time to

with Cesar was much like Sabrina’s with

mother, nor

recollections were of a life shared with

they were his grandparents, they were like his

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

of miscarrying before. The shock might be

this magnitude of event couldn’t be kept

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