If the timing had been different, she might have sought Tyrone's counsel on the art of acting.

"If there's nothing else, you can head back for now. I have work to attend to."

With that, she shut the door.

Tyrone, gazing at the closed door before him, closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Seated once more in front of her computer, Sabrina was lost in thought.

Boom!

Sabrina lifted her gaze to the window, where the encroaching darkness cast its shroud.

Raindrops descended upon the glass, each droplet punctuated by the resounding boom of thunder.

Her phone screen illuminated, revealing an incoming call from Tyrone.

After a moment of hesitation, Sabrina answered with a measured tone, “Tyrone, what do you want now?"

The sound of rain on his end of the line suggested he was outdoors.

“Sabrina, do you truly lack faith in me?"

Sabrina found herself at a loss for words.

"I only wish to emphasize that I did not help Larry shift the blame.

He personally divulged everything to me that day. I swear to God!"

“You've already conveyed that."

“I'm downstairs, Sabrina. I'll always be here."

Boom!

Wide-eyed, Sabrina rushed to the window, peering intently below.

The darkness was impenetrable, rendering visibility a futile endeavor.