Chapter 48 Persistence

• I skipped the small talk and got right to the point.
• I murmured, trembling on my bottom lip, "H-have you seen Tyrone?" I pleaded to whoever was up there, hoping for a favorable answer.
• Her head hung low, and her azure eyes gleamed sympathetically. I reeled over with relief when the hurting, sinister feeling inside of me vanished. I turned to face the exit, but not before leaning heavily onto the counter and studying the expression in her eyes.