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.

taking his first drag, he looked at Waylen and asked, “The test result is not looking very good,

didn’t say

impossible to fathom anything

to conclude that the result was really not

a long drag on his cigarette, and then stubbed

he said in a hoarse voice, “Waylen, since I was a child, I’ve always believed that

Edwin and his unborn child

couldn’t allow himself to die

course you won’t die,” Waylen

hadn’t paid Cecilia what he owed her. Whether or not they could be together, the children were his responsibility. Just because he gave her some money didn’t

Waylen was no sentimentalist.

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