Could you provide a name for the memorial? the nun inquired.
Exchanging a glance with Sabrina, Tyrone said, You should name him.
After a moment of contemplation, Sabrina said, Lets call him Taylor.
Alright, the nun agreed, arranging a memorial tablet for Taylor.
Tyrone and Sabrina lit a candle in front of it.
The candlelight flickered solemnly as tears welled up in Sabrinas eyes.
Honey, this is the only thing I can do for you. Im sorry that we couldnt share this life together. I hope youll be blessed in your next. May I come visit him frequently? Sabrina asked through her tears.
Of course.
Tyrone gently wiped her tears, a feeling of despair clutching his heart.
He yearned to comfort her, to say, Sabrina, this was my fault. It took me too long to understand my feelings. Would you give me another chance? I promise to love you and visit our baby together.
Even though he knew he was being overly hopeful, he couldnt suppress his longing.
But Sabrina simply said, We should head back. If we hurry, we might make it in time to finalize the divorce at the court.
His hopes crumbled. He found himself speechless.
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After a lingering pause, he reached into his pocket for his lighter and cigarettes.
Smoking isnt permitted within the chapel, the young nun gently reminded.
I apologize. Tyrone placed the lighter back, closing his eyes in silence.
Exiting the church, Sabrina and Tyrone were greeted by a biting cold wind, dusted with snowy particles.
Snow had begun to fall.
Sabrinas gaze drifted upwards towards the sky.
Tyrones eyes followed Sabrinas and he asked, Shall we head home now?
Sabrina studied the intensifying snowfall. Under these conditions, highway driving wasnt safe.
Lets stay here tonight. We can head back when the snow ceases tomorrow.
Alright.
Tyrone began to remove his overcoat, intending to drpe it over Sabrina. As she started to decline, he interjected, Youve just had a miscarriage; its important you dont get cold.