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.”

the window and

her view yielded nothing of

while I was cleaning

I possibly

offered a

Let’s not forget you have a

interjected without hesitation, “Aren’t you going to fetch some water? You can get some in the

around and headed

opportunity, Sabrina promptly retreated to her room,

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

modestly concealed his Lower abdominal muscles, which happened to be

remarkably timeless. The hands of time