Could you please…7?”

Bang.

His camera lay in shards at his feet. He looked up at Tyrone, who had risen to his feet, the words died in his throat.

Expressionless, Tyrone retrieved a business card from his pocket, tossing it dismissively to the floor. “How much is it? Get in touch with my secretary.”

Larry swiftly joined him, a reassuring hand on Tyrone’s shoulder, 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.”

met Larry’s anxious gaze

just needed time to gather

with Cesar was much like Sabrina’s

no memory of his mother, nor did

recollections were of a

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

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

now. She’s been at risk of miscarrying before. The shock might

this magnitude of

“Understood.”

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