Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

It was Tyrone who had orchestrated this transformation! Sabrina made every effort to cleanse her mind of these thoughts.

After tidying herself up, she exited the room gracefully, as though nothing untoward had occurred.

The living room was vacant, devoid of any presence.

Curiosity piqued, Sabrina scanned the room, pondering if Tyrone had departed.

Just then, the rhythmic sound of chopping emanated from the kitchen. Oh, he hadn’t left.

Her pajamas lay strewn across the sofa. She approached and picked them up. But as she turned around, she abruptly halted.

A conspicuous damp spot marked the sofa.

That precise location…

crimson blush graced

a pillow onto the spot. Fearing the pillow might not suffice as a cover, she circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting its placement. Only when she was certain that nothing was exposed did she finally

she was afraid that she

fortunate that Bettie had not been present last night. Indeed, Tyrone would not have dared

appeared oblivious, though he was well- informed of Bettie’s whereabouts. Damn

as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which

you doing over

about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his direction and then

gaze descended from her departing figure to the pillow resting on the

and sensible, perhaps because she had been residing in his