Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone reached for his phone and unlocked the screen. As he began to respond to the message, Evelyn couldn’t help but notice the contact name-Sabrina.

She couldn’t see the content of the message, but witnessing Tyrone’s softened expression as he replied made her feel a pang of jealousy.

Another message arrived, making Tyrone smile and continue typing.

Most of the time, he would make phone calls or send e-mails. It was rare for him to send messages.

As Evelyn continued observing Tyrone’s actions, thoughts of his interactions with Sabrina resurfaced, intensifying her feelings of envy. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip around her fork.

Tyrone’s phone screen lit up again, signaling another incoming message.

I’d like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for your care and support throughout

off his phone and raised

Tyrone, followed by the rest of the employees in the department. Each

three more toasts before politely asking them

the dinner, Tyrone’s phone rang. It was a call from

excused himself and walked to the corridor to answer

I have called the repair shop and asked them to deal with

Tyrone replied, “No, you can head back. I’1L ask my wife to pick me up

“Very well, sir.”

ending the call, Tyrone checked the recent

from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning to

replying through text, Tyrone decided to call