Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Uncle! You’re here!”

Bending down, Tyrone effortlessly lifted Jennie. “Yes, I’m here. Did you miss me?”

Jennie responded with a kiss on his cheek and a sweet “yes.”

With a warm smile, Tyrone opened the back door. “I want to sit in the front,” Jennie protested.

“You’re a bit too young for that; maybe when you’re older.”

Jennie’s eyes widened, her voice earnest. “Then you must save the seat just for me!”

Without uttering a word, Tyrone seated Jennie in the back seat.

Sabrina, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around with a smile and greeted,

“Who are you?

by her indignant expression, Sabrina replied, “I’m your

evident in her wide

don’t believe me? You can ask your

to Tyrone, who had just settled in the driver’s seat, and questioned, “Uncle, is this woman your

mirror, nodding in affirmation. “Yes, she is my wife. You should refer to her as

fell as she sighed dramatically. “Uncle Tyrone, I’m

and relocated to

a quick glance at Sabrina, declaring, “You’re my

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seeing Jennie’s serious demeanor, Sabrina couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Indeed, I guess I am your