"I'll swing by to pick you up," Tyrone offered.

Sabrina hurried to the dressing room to swap outfits.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, a sense of unease creeping over her.

Her fingers quivered as she undid the buttons on her attire.

As she changed, the zipper got stubborn and stuck. Anxiety painted her face red, with beads of sweat forming on the tip of her nose.

Sabrina summoned her strength to wrestle the zipper free.

Upon getting into the car, Tyrone couldn't help but notice Sabrina hadn't removed her makeup. Her complexion appeared blotchy, and her face had a pallor of anxiety.

Tyrone fetched a tissue from the storage compartment and handed it to her, offering comfort, "Don't fret. She won't hold you responsible."

Sabrina accepted the tissue and gently dabbed her face. Her heart raced, and she remained silent.

She couldn't fathom what Wanda might be thinking.

Fear gripped her.

Torn between the dread of Wanda's possible revulsion and the anguish of her potential plea on Larry's behalf.

The desire to probe Tyrone about his involvement in the case welled up within her, yet she hesitated, refraining from uttering a word.

Frustration gnawed at her.

Sabrina lifted her hand, rubbing her temples in a futile attempt to evade her disquiet.

Unexpectedly, Tyrone held her hand, gently caressing its back with his thumb.

Sabrina's response was a swift withdrawal, evading his touch.

Surprise flickered across Tyrone's face as he turned to her, a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

The car halted at the entrance of Wanda's residence.

Gathering her courage, Sabrina opened the door and stepped out of the car.