Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Wait…”

As Galilea prepared to speak, the officer interjected, “Oh, Miss

Chavez, there’s someone waiting for you outside.”

“Someone is waiting for me?” Sabrina inquired as she proceeded toward the exit.

Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings

There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his back.

Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own idiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the back of Tyrone’s head and neck.

allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a

style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it

a frequent grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his closely cropped hair grazing her fingertips would evoke

his neck, venturing into the touch

of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his

“How did you know I was

you. I assumed you’d

her eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are you

a counter-question, “What do

gaze upward, a subtle curl gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me.

that?” Tyrone inquired. The truth was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely to

belief that it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted his decision to

herself in a