Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Suddenly, she felt herself being Lifted.

Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. “Tyrone?” she murmured.

“Tt’s me,” Tyrone replied.

“Did you drink?” Sabrina asked.

“I drank a Little with my friend.”

The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced, her rest disturbed.

Someone slid into the bed.

on her waist, its path trailing a prickly sensation

Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his

feared causing harm to their unborn

settling on her back.

whisked her away

in

crept in. Why had she given in to sleep

though. She could still

wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she

lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina descending the stairs, he dropped the papers in hand and suggested, “Time

breakfast, Sabrina mustered up the courage, her voice filled with hope and happiness. “Tyrone, I’ve got news to