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.

its path trailing

shut, Sabrina sleepily

feared causing harm to their

halted, settling on

and tenderly whisked her away into a peaceful

her eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his

of annoyance crept in. Why had she given in to sleep so

matter, though. She could still share the

morning 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

back from his morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina

courage, her voice filled with hope and