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.

of events, Sabrina heaved

herself from Tyrone, but it appeared

deep. She was Tyrone’s ex-wife and, peculiarly, his adopted

granted her a certain level of leverage in such

her biological daughter,

and fall from the slide. Addressing him, the officer remarked, “Young man, it was an unintended

opportunity to place

confidently asserted, “Apologizing is out of the question. If you dare take us to the police

today,” Sabrina remarked

but it’s a fundamental courtesy to offer an apology when one causes others to fall to the ground. How

talking about?”

your lack of maturity and reason,