Quintessa let go of Tyrone's hand and turned to leave the room. Manny glanced at him, quickly grabbed her stuff, and followed her out.

Tyrone felt as if there was a lump in his chest, making it impossible for him to voice his feelings. He wanted to call out to Quintessa, to say something - anything - but the words just wouldn't come. He could only watch as she walked away.

He didn't immediately chase after her. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, trying to sort through the jumble of emotions clouding his mind. He felt utterly miserable.

His phone began to ring, but Tyrone was in no mood to check or answer it. However, the relentless ringing eventually wore him down, and he checked the caller ID to see it was his mom.

With a heavy sigh, he answered, "Hey, Mom."

"Ty, where have you been hiding these past few days?"

He lied effortlessly, "Busy, working late."

Mrs. York snapped back, "Working late, my foot! I went to your office, and Jason told me you haven't been in for two days."

Caught in his lie, Tyrone remained unfazed, "Oh, I was on a business trip."

go on business trips

stuff, Mom. Just leave

hang up but then thought better of it, "Mom, what does it mean if you see someone doesn't care about her own well-being, never relies on anyone else, and would rather

there's a weight on your chest, suffocating and aching in a dull,

did you know?

York scoffed, "Tyrone, who are you worrying

his eyes, "Worry? It's

care. Who is she? Tell me." Tyrone felt

pressed,

tell you when I figure it out, okay? Gotta

Tyrone ended the call. "That little rascal." Mrs. York cussed, tossing her

Mrs.

ant

a tour group to

package. We're going on

was stunned,

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