Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Ty… Tyrone? Tyrone?” Sabrina endured the pain and called out.

Jennie was engrossed in playing with the music box in the living room when she heard a peculiar sound. Furrowing her brow in confusion, she asked, “Karen, did you just hear a duck?”

Karen dismissed the question as children’s antics and responded with a smile, saying, “No.”

Tyrone was working on his laptop when he heard the sound. He was startled at the raspiness of her voice.

Realizing that Sabrina had awoken, he put down the laptop, took the bag with her clothes from the sofa, and strode to the guest room.

“Sabrina is awake?” Jennie put down the music box and jumped off the sofa, eagerly wanting to follow Tyrone in.

Tyrone turned to face Jennie.

you after she gets dressed,” he said gently, placing a

trudged back to the sofa. She slumped down onto the

Tyrone barely had time to set down the clothes before being swiftly

of the sofa, Jennie smirked when she saw Tyrone come straight out

clean and tidy clothes. Jennie immediately went to her and held her hand, chatting

Jennie, curious about Sabrina’s silence, inquired, “Sabrina, why aren’t you saying

to respond, her gaze fixed on Tyrone, Karen interjected, “Are you hoarse? It sounds like a cold. You’ll recover in a

Angela’s Library

gratefully,

his nose. It wasn’t his

excessive moaning last night was due to being drugged, which had caused

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