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.”

himself from his stupor, Tyrone met Larry’s anxious gaze

needed time to

bond with Cesar was much like

no memory of his mother,

of a life shared with

Though they were

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

of miscarrying before. The shock might be

well aware that this magnitude of

“Understood.”

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