Taking out Sabrina's phone from her coat pocket, Tyrone unlocked its screen.

A message from Trevor read, “Sabrina, have you reached home?"

A flicker of irritation lit Tyrone's eyes as he wrestled with his internal tumult, replying, “Yes, I'm home.”

Trevor responded, “Good to hear Quickly typing, Tyrone said, "It's late. I'm going to wash up. Good night."

Trevor replied, "Good night."

Tyrone skimmed through their past conversations.

The exchanges were standard, no hints of hidden intentions. The only notable pattern was their frequent dinners.

Perhaps their hidden dynamics played out face to face.

A shadow passed over Tyrone's features as he powered down the phone and set it aside.

After freshening up and slipping into his sleepwear, he eased under the blanket beside Sabrina, drawing her close.

A sensation he'd missed.

At last, she was nestled in his embrace once more.

Breathing in the scent of her hair, he drifted into a peaceful slumber.

However, Tyrone was roused from his sleep by Sabrina's murmurs in the middle of the night.

“Dad... Dad..."

It appeared she was trapped in a troubling nightmare, mumbling occasionally, and restless.

Gently placing his hand on her forehead, he felt its burning heat.

She had a fever.


Tyrone quickly rolled out of bed, fetched the medical kit, and took out a thermometer to check Sabrina's fever.