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.

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

contorted ever so slightly, bearing witness

find solace, she consumed a few more glasses of

towering father materialized before her, both intimately familiar and hauntingly

herself to be on the precipice of

had proved to be far more harrowing than her

he had become unwittingly ensnared in a web of intrigue utterly unrelated to him. He had met his untimely demise amidst a power

simpler explanation that her father had

solace could be found in this revelation and her heart remained heavy

the glass to her lips again

in a trance-like reverie, as though Tyrone