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.

Waylen and asked, “The test result is not looking very good,

didn’t say anything in

was impossible to fathom anything from

enough for Mark to conclude that the result was really not

long drag on his cigarette, and then

the silent man in front of him, he said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I’ve always believed that every bullet has its billet. But still, I can’t

of parting with Cecilia, Edwin and his unborn

just couldn’t allow himself to die and leave them

you won’t die,” Waylen

reason for saying this was because Mark hadn’t paid Cecilia what he owed her. Whether or not they could be together, the children were his responsibility. Just because he

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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