If she hadn't married Tyrone, her life might have been different now.

But it was too late for regrets or changes.

Karen arrived, bearing lunch and soup. She looked at Sabrina's pale face and sighed. "Mrs. Blakely, please eat something."

“Don't refer to me as Mrs. Blakely!"

Her outburst startled Karen. Casting a glance at the door, she said in a softer tone, "Ms. Chavez, please have a bite."

"I'm not hungry now. Just leave it there," Sabrina responded calmly, her gaze fixed on the white ceiling.

Karen attempted to continue the conversation, but Sabrina cut her off.

"Please Leave me alone for a while."

Left with no choice, Karen left. Spotting Tyrone at the end of the hallway, puffing on a cigarette, she approached him.

"Sir, she's still refusing to eat."

Tyrone, a lit cigarette in his hand, responded, “Just let her be for a while."

The wind carried the ashes, depositing them on the floor.

Numerous cigarette butts littered the area.

Karen noticed the red streaks in Tyrone's eyes and sighed.

He had never been a smoker. When had he started this habit?

Just two days ago, they had lost Cesar, and now their child. He had gone without sleep for days, resorting to smoking to stay awake.

Or perhaps it was his attempt to dull the pain.

She blamed herself. If only she hadn't gone shopping at that moment,

Sabrina wouldn't have lost the baby.

Now they were left with a single option.