Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“It’s done,” she announced, holding Bradley’s wrist and giving it a slight shake. “Is it comfortable?”

Bradley glanced at his wrist, smiling in satisfaction. “Perfect. I won’t take it off!”

Sabrina’s smile chilled, and she felt a sudden coldness creeping down her spine.

Was Tyrone nearby?

No, impossible!

A quick scan of the room confirmed his absence.

must have

the coffee shop’s second floor, across from the restaurant, Tyrone gazed at Bradley with

Why was Bradley there?

intention

eyes widened as he saw Sabrina pull out a box

disbelief washing over him; he recognized it as the men’s watch that

a

would

arranged a

chosen to gift

reciprocated with a present of his own. Such a connection they

clenched, his