The room grew quiet, and the only sounds were their gentle breathing.

Sabrina could sense Tyrone was feeling low. But what could she say to make him feel better? To suggest they break up? She knew better than to tell him to give in to Kira's demands.

Just as Sabrina finished applying the ointment, Tyrone muttered, "She's lost it." He sounded frustrated and worn out.

Hearing Tyrone's words, Sabrina pondered a bit more. "Was it also her who had called Horace during dinner?"

"Yeah," Tyrone replied.

Sabrina tossed the used cotton swab into the trash can. "I think I get what's driving her," she said.

“What's on your mind?" he asked.

“She's put too much into Horace. If she lets go now, it's like admitting her choices over the last few decades were wrong. It's Like her whole life's been a waste, and she can't handle that. With her personality, she'll do anything to convince herself she didn't make the wrong choice."

Horace didn't have Kira's number saved but he knew it was her just from the caller ID. That meant they had been in contact before, and Horace still remembered her number. But if Horace really wanted nothing to do with Kira, he wouldn't just ignore her calls. He would have blocked her numbers and switched off his phone entirely if he was determined.

Tyrone looked drained, leaning into Sabrina and resting his head on her shoulder. He murmured, “I really don't know what to do with her. I'm tired of all this drama."

Sabrina stroked the back of his head, her fingers brushing through his slightly scratchy hair. "Forget about it. Just go relax," she said softly.

Meanwhile, across town in another fancy hotel suite, it was late at night, and Rita, in her pajamas, leaned against the bed's headboard.

Horace had just finished talking with the Local manager on the phone, and she said, "It's late. Time to call it a night."

Horace nodded and was about to hit the bathroom when his phone buzzed again. Hesitating, he answered, “Hello? Yeah... It's late. Can we pick this up tomorrow? What? Okay, fine. I'll be there soon.”

Rita, about to lie down, sat up again. “What's up? Are you heading out?"

"Something's come up at work. I have to deal with it," Horace said, frowning as he grabbed his coat. "You get some sleep first."

"Okay, have someone pick you up and take it slow on the road," she replied.

"Alright," Horace replied without much emotion and was out the door in a flash.

As he left, a hint of worry flickered in Rita's eyes.

Instead of taking the elevator, Horace took the stairs up to the rooftop. It was cold up there, with a great view. He glanced around and spotted a shadowy figure in the far corner.