Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Having returned the mop to its place, Sabrina was in the midst of making her way back to her room.

Out of the blue, Bettie remarked, “Sabrina, why are your pants damp?”

Sabrina cast her gaze downward and realized her trousers had been splattered by the rain.

“Did you venture downstairs and extend forgiveness to Tyrone just now?”

Bettie arched an inquisitive brow, her gaze laden with significance.

“Let me check if Tyrone is still out there.”

toward the window and

yielded

wet while I was cleaning the mop.” Sabrina quickly fabricated

I possibly forgive

a

not forget you have a

interjected without hesitation, “Aren’t you going to fetch some

spun around and

promptly retreated to

with a sense of tranquility. Upon opening her eyes, she found Tyrone standing prominently in the center of the room, his disheveled hair

happened to

on the cusp of his thirtieth year, yet his countenance remained remarkably timeless. The hands of time had left