Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying nothing.

“How could you possibly know what cards I needed?” Sabrina asked curiously.

With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, “It’s easy. Your plays reveal your needs. One can deduce to some extent from the reactions of others while they play.”

Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.

Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone’s academic background, which was a degree in math and finance.

He always aced his exams.

that moment, she sensed a gap

by him, striving diligently to keep her academic scores at

for him,

time she was in university, Tyrone had graduated, leaving a trail of tales behind. His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older professors

your

she responded nonchalantly,

Tyrone diverted the conversation.

you join me at the

anymore. The combination of a demanding job and

was just a simple

opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were memories of the chilling pool water and the

“You can