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.

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

didn’t say

fathom

for Mark to conclude that

took a long drag on his cigarette, and then

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

himself to die

won’t die,”

owed her. Whether or not they could be together, the children

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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