He'd been waiting for her.
Tyrone embraced her, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as if she were something precious he couldn't bear to lose.
She was his only light.
He wasn't about to lose her again.
Carla froze, then quickly pushed him away.
Her eyes were red, with faint dark circles—clear signs of exhaustion.
Carla yawned, her voice tinged with weariness. "Can you head back to your room? I'm exhausted."
Tyrone didn't want to leave, but it was obvious she was drained.
"Alright, I'll catch you later after you've rested," he agreed.
Carla thought it was done, but to her shock, it came up again at breakfast the next morning.
Thanks to Tyrone's unexpected arrival, Carla had been up all night, finally falling asleep at five in the morning.
But her internal clock dragged her out of
