Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone sneered, “I should be the one asking that question. What are you doing? Didn’t Mr. Fowler tell you not to look for Sabrina again?”

Rita clenched her jaw and pursed her Lips.

Feeling uncomfortable, Sabrina sensed something was wrong with her.

As Tyrone dragged her out of the room, Sabrina took her bag with her before walking out.

Rita attempted to stop Sabrina from leaving, but her efforts were in vain. She muttered a curse under her breath.

She hadn’t anticipated Tyrone’s timely arrival, which had ruined her plan.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

from her pocket and examined it. The writing on the bottle indicated that

palpable

pace,

for his hand and said,

glanced at her coldly and

awkwardly, Sabrina asked, “When did you get

off the plane,”

you know I was

and glanced

didn’t know, would you have settled

Sabrina explained in a low voice, “I was trying to

“It’s too late.”