Choosing her words carefully, Sabrina asserted, "Even if I were to carry your child, I wouldn't bring it into this world."

The words hung heavy in the air, rendering Tyrone breathless. He glared at Sabrina, his facial muscles taut and teeth gritted as if he yearned to say something. Yet, he remained silent. Rising to his feet, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, and he hadn't returned since.

Where he had gone didn't concern Sabrina. She basked in the newfound peace.

Before lunch, Karen inquired tentatively, "Do you think Mr. Blakely will return for Lunch? Would you Like me to call him?"

"No. He won't starve.”