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.”

anxious gaze and managed

needed time

was much like Sabrina’s with

his mother, nor did he know his

recollections were of a life shared

him. Though they were his grandparents,

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

of miscarrying before. The shock might

magnitude of event couldn’t be

“Understood.”

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