Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat as she slowly rose to her feet and limped towards Galilea.

With a triumphant smile, Galilea stood and delivered a forceful slap to Sabrina’s face.

Her hand connected with Sabrina’s cheek in a sharp, stinging slap, the force of it sending Sabrina stumbling backward on her injured right foot.

Sabrina’s left cheek throbbed with a burning pain, the skin swollen and tender. The entire left side of her face, from her cheekbone to the root of her ear, felt like it was on fire.

Her back was wet with sweat, and her hair tangled and bloodied.

Dazed, Sabrina slowly pushed herself up from the floor and sat back on the sofa. In a hoarse voice, she said, “Can we get down to business now?”

satisfaction. “The kidnappers have been on the loose for so many years. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I buried the hatchet many years ago. Why should

you’re afraid of stirring up trouble? Or that you don’t want to help me? Those kidnappers have committed heinous

killed your father. But what of it? That was your father, not mine. I have no desire to assist

of the father-daughter relationship

with cruel anticipation as she thought of when Sabrina would

be a sight

fueled

quickly and took photos of the kidnappers. He died because of you. If he wasn’t killed in the accident, the kidnappers might already be in jail. I don’t expect you to thank him, but don’t you have any sympathy for him? Can’t you fathom the loss of a man

mocking smile, Galilea responded, “You

observe Sabrina and raised her

of Sabrina’s mouth