Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The little boy too displayed signs of alarm, his complexion paling and his breath quickening.

“What if we choose not to apologize?”

“In that case, you’ll need to accompany us to the police station. We have plenty of detention rooms there.”

The little boy’s anxiety was palpable, with perspiration forming on his forehead.

Observing their exchange, Sabrina could deduce that the woman possessed some influential connections. It appeared she had just placed a call to someone in order to seek assistance from the police.

Much to her surprise, her call had yielded no tangible results.

this turn of events, Sabrina

had hoped to distance herself from Tyrone, but it appeared that doing so was more challenging than

Tyrone’s ex-wife and, peculiarly, his

that granted her a certain level of

and Jennie her biological daughter, she might have struggled to

from the slide. Addressing him, the officer remarked, “Young

woman took the opportunity to place another phone

If you dare take us to the

say, I’m rather taken aback today,” Sabrina remarked with a

fundamental courtesy to offer an apology when one causes others to fall to the ground. How dare you resort to threats against the police!” Sabrina’s

being rude? What are you talking about?”

a testament to your lack of maturity and reason, which has evidently been passed down