Raine let out a sigh as she watched Tyrone leave the room, staring blankly in the direction that he went to.
"How come my hunch is never wrong?" she wondered with pressed lips.
For some reason, she had this strong feeling that Tyrone was actually Nathan right from the start. Even so, she still tried her best to ignore the signs or to just deny the fact outright by telling herself that he wasn't Nathan, but simply Tyrone. Why? Maybe it was because she knew that things would be less complicated if he wasn't Nathan at all? After all, Tyrone being Nathan meant only one thing, and that was she had to choose between him and her father.
Raine closed her eyes, her lips pressed together as her forehead wrinkled up. "What will you do now, Raine?" she frustratingly whispered.
