Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina found herself taken aback, her eyes traveling up and down the woman’s figure before she posed the question, “Are you his parent?”

With a touch of urgency, she continued, “Your timely appearance is rather fortunate. It seems your child has inadvertently sent mine tumbling from the slide. Might I kindly request an apology?”

In response, the woman shot Sabrina a skeptical glance and retorted.

“Why should I take your word for it? There are so many children here.”

Sabrina didn’t miss a beat and firmly stated, “He’s already admitted.

The woman turned to her son, a condescending air in her voice as she remarked, “Well, he’s just a child. He might be saying it out of fear.”

Sabrina, undeterred, suggested, “If you doubt my word, we can head to the monitoring room and check the surveillance video.”

responded with

your daughter seems fine. Are you trying to blackmail me?” The woman concluded her argument, leaving

Sabrina and Jennie were no less

should guide one’s actions, especially when it came to acknowledging unintended

woman was a futile endeavor, and there was no hope for resolution

her phone and placed a call to

the police’s response, Sabrina’s mind drifted back to her formative

steadfast believers in the notion that there was no need to complicate matters. Whenever Sabrina

yearned

fortitude. Yet, she was resolute in her determination not to let Jennie

phone, the woman sneered,