Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

When Kira emerged from the elegant jewelry boutique, her eyes chanced upon a familiar silhouette in the distance.

With a graceful pivot, she turned to investigate, only to find that the enigmatic figure had gracefully vanished behind the entrance of a nearby establishment.

Kira cast her gaze upward and discerned that it was a bar. Did Sabrina just go to the bar?

Embarking on a tentative path forward, Kira allowed her inquisitive eyes to scan the surroundings. Lo and behold, the unmistakable sight of Sabrina’s automobile greeted her gaze.

A notion crossed Kira’s mind, prompting her to produce her smartphone and initiate a phone call.

During the daytime, the bar exuded a tranquil emptiness, with only a handful of industrious staff bustling to and fro, ferrying boxes laden with merchandise.

Behind the bar counter, the bartender was diligently restocking the assortment of ingredients with precision.

proceeded to request several bottles of wine. Seating herself with an air of purpose, she deftly uncorked

slightly, bearing witness to the lingering anguish and sorrow that refused

solace, she consumed a few more glasses of the

her, both intimately familiar and hauntingly distant. Unbidden, tears welled up in Sabrina’s

herself to be on the precipice of securing justice for

proved to be far more harrowing than her

a power struggle within the Blakely family and Galilea’s insatiable pursuit of money and status. He had perished in a kidnapping

herself yearning for the simpler explanation that her father had fallen prey

be found in this revelation and her

lips again and indulged

reverie, as though Tyrone