Chapter 35

Tyrone strolled into the house, his clothes already freshly changed, a paper bag swinging

from his grip as he made his way into the living room.

It was past 11, yet the York family’s living room was alive with chatter.

“Tyrone, you’re back.”

With a drawl, Tyrone replied, “Mom, you’re still up?”

His mother, Mrs. York, stood from her seat, starting to say, “Well, I was just…”

soft tone, “Tyrone, you’re home. I didn’t have much going on today, so I

Rachel, and he couldn’t even muster the effort to give her a cold look, “Mom, you’re not getting any younger. Why are you burning the midnight oil? Looking to add more wrinkles

r collection?”

had taken such good care of herself that she appeared to be in her

said, “I’m beat. I’m heading upstairs

“Hold on a sec. Rachel’s been

while.”

wants to wait, that’s her

given Rachel a second thought. A few years back, she had done a small favor for

persistent. For three years, she endured being ignored by him, not even worth a glance, let alone a conversation. Still,

If it weren’t for the fact that she somehow kept his mother in high spirits, he would have had

a few words with Rachel but inadvertently noticed a mark on his neck, “Yikes, what’s happened to your neck? Who bit you? And

around the wound was smeared with the remnants of lipstick – the unmistakable sign of a recent rendezvous. He hadn’t bothered

as she turned to look at

getting worse every day. You’re a grown

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