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.

landed on her waist, its path trailing

Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed

within, she feared causing harm to their

hand halted, settling on

and tenderly whisked her away

beside her in the

in. Why had she

though. She could still share the news

hygiene routine, Sabrina navigated to the wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped tie,

morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina descending the stairs, he dropped the papers

mustered up the courage, her voice filled