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.”

Tyrone met Larry’s anxious

needed time

with Cesar was much like Sabrina’s with

memory of his mother, nor did he know his

earliest recollections were of a life shared with

had raised him. Though they were his grandparents,

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

at risk of miscarrying before. The shock might be too much.” Tyrone shook his head, shifting his gaze

that this magnitude

“Understood.”

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