Tyrone ran quickly and caught up with Quintessa in the yard, grabbing her arm. “Quinn, what’s wrong?”
Quintessa’s hair hid her face as she tried to wriggle free from Tyrone’s grip. “I’ve got something urgent. I really have to go.”
Despite her efforts to remain steady, her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Tyrone’s grip tightened. “Something’s wrong. What happened? Talk to me, what’s going on?”
The back of Tyrone’s hand felt cool, and looking down, he saw a drop of water. He paused, then quickly reached out to brush aside the hair covering Quintessa’s face—even though she dodged, he still managed to reveal a strand of her hair—underneath, he saw her face streaked with tears.
That single tear on his hand suddenly felt burning hot.
Tyrone froze on the spot, forgetting to take back his hand.
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