Sabrina glanced up at him and nodded.

“How old were you in this photo?" Tyrone asked, placing the photo frame back. "You looked so young and inexperienced."

"I was fifteen." It was the most recent photo Sabrina had with her father.

"Anything else?"

“What ?"

"Photos of you as a child." Tyrone approached Sabrina, propping his hands on the table. He smiled at Sabrina. "I'm curious."

Sabrina gestured toward the drawer beneath the bookshelf. “There's a photo album there. It has some old photos of my father and me..."

Seeing Tyrone move to retrieve it, she cautioned, “Be careful. Don't damage it."

“Okay." Tyrone retrieved the photo album and flipped it open.

Back then, most people in rural areas didn't often visit photo studios, so their photo collections were limited.

When Sabrina was young, there were only a handful of photos. Since her father worked as a reporter, he took the photos with his own camera and developed them himself.

Tyrone studied a photo of Sabrina at the age of five or six, carefully scrutinizing her features. “Sabrina, you were such a cute kid."

Sabrina chuckled softly and said nothing.

Tyrone placed the album back carefully and walked over to Sabrina.

“Take a break. I'll help you. Just tell me what needs to be done."

"Okay." Sabrina stood up and offered him her seat.

Jennie allowed Tyrone to sleep beside Sabrina, but she insisted on being with Sabrina until bedtime.

Once Jennie had fallen asleep, Sabrina quietly slipped out of the guest room and walked to her bedroom. She grabbed her pajamas and headed for the bathroom.

"Taking a shower?" Tyrone asked from the doorway.

"Yes," Sabrina replied.