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.

the passenger seat, turned around with

seeing Sabrina, Jennie froze, her lips pouting. “Who are you? Why are you sitting in the

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

evident in her wide

You can ask your

in the driver’s seat,

mirror, nodding in affirmation. “Yes, she is my wife. You

I’m disappointed in

Sabrina released her seatbelt and relocated to the back seat. “I’ll sit

glance at

To

her laughter. “Indeed, I guess I am your rival