Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

This notion had never occurred to her. How could she possibly discern the identity of the puppeteer behind the captor?

Tyrone fell into a thoughtful silence and then, with a heavy heart, he disclosed, “It’s Larry…”

Sabrina lapsed into stunned silence.

Gazing at Tyrone in disbelief, she raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You must be mistaken, Tyrone.”

How could it be Larry?

Tyrone straightened his posture, locking eyes with Sabrina earnestly.

who surrendered.

gazed deeply into Tyrone’s eyes for a long

undeniable certainty washed over

slightly parted, Sabrina inquired with a puzzled expression, “Larry?

could it

herself in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, as if a bolt of lightning

be entangled in the sinister web of the kidnapping case and her

an orphan. Larry had profusely expressed his gratitude to her for saving Cesar’s life through her father’s liver donation. Consequently,

She recollected Trevor’s assertion that the person who sent them abroad after that event had six fingers on his left hand.

to connect the dots

“Are you taken aback? I had the same reaction