Sabrina emerged from the lounge, maneuvering her wheelchair just as

Tyrone returned from outside.

Over the past three days, he had been immersed in funeral arrangements and attending to guests, allowing Little time for sleep. The exhaustion was evident in his dark circled eyes and his habit of smoking when distressed.

Once near the wheelchair, Tyrone guided her inside, querying, "Have you eaten yet?"

Sabrina affirmed with a nod. "Yes. Have you eaten yet?"