Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina meticulously perused the extensive roster of incoming calls, each one bearing Tyrone’s name.

Evidently, he had grown increasingly anxious since he was unable to establish contact with her.

Should she return his calls?

While Sabrina wrestled with this dilemma, Blayze concluded his laptop activities and gracefully stood.

“Shall we venture forth for dinner?

The clock had already ticked past four in the afternoon, and by the time they reached the restaurant, it would be approaching the more auspicious hour of five.

“okay,” Sabrina agreed, donning her down jacket and slipping her phone into her pocket.

the mantle of decision-maker when it came to their dining

he had not traversed the streets of Mathias in quite some time, Blayze sought Sabrina’s recommendation. She, in turn, chose

fare, Blayze couldn’t

repast, Sabrina’s phone, resting upon the table, sprung to life with a familiar

on the screen. Sabrina hesitated momentarily, then opted to decline the

words to exchange with

deliberation, she composed a message for Tyrone, saying, “I’m safe,

placed her phone back on the table, offering a

intent and meaningful gaze, Blayze inquired,

casual nonchalance, “It’s nothing

uttered when her phone erupted in a persistent