“Is Galilea alright?" Sabrina gathered her strength to inquire.

A suspicion gnawed at her, suggesting Tyrone might leave and not return, just as he had done the previous day.

She pondered on the reason Galilea might have given to have Tyrone keep her company for consecutive days.

Tyrone looked back at her and frowned. "Sabrina, you usually don't ask questions."

A sudden paleness cloaked Sabrina's face. "My ankle hurts. Can you perhaps..."