When they were gone, Waylen walked in and closed the door behind him.

Then he took a seat across from Mark.

Mark sighed and asked him, “Do you happen to have any cigarettes on you?”

Waylen hesitated for a moment. Then without a word, he reached into his pocket and brought out a cigarette pack, pulled out a stick and gave it to Mark.

The last time Mark smoked was nearly six months ago.

His hands trembled as he lit the cigarette.

and asked, “The test result is

didn’t say anything

to fathom anything from

to conclude that the result

drag on his cigarette, and then stubbed it

front of him, he said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a

of parting with Cecilia, Edwin and his unborn

just couldn’t allow himself to

won’t die,” Waylen calmly assured

could be together, the children were his responsibility.

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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