Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

After ending the call, Sabrina placed her phone on the table, sank back into the sofa, and shut her eyes, her thoughts in turmoil.

Sabrina asked herself whether she had feelings for Tyrone. Even though he wasn't the beacon of light in her darkness anymore, her affection for him lingered.

Then, the image of Jennie crossed her mind.

Sabrina assumed although Jennie wasn't hers, she had to admit Jennie was full of life and charm, always well-behaved, insightful, and intelligent. Having spent so much time together, Sabrina had come to love Jennie as if Jennie were her own.

Even now, if Jennie were to appear before her, Sabrina knew she couldn't bring herself to loathe Jennie.

Then, another question popped up. Had Tyrone done something wrong? After all, he was drugged back then and unaware of Jennie's existence and her background until recently.

Was Jennie at fault? Jennie was the least to blame. She didn't get to choose her parents. She had held the belief that she was an orphan and was understandably sensitive.

Yet, Sabrina found it impossible to act as if nothing had changed and return to her previous life. She was torn, reluctant, and uneasy.

Right then, her phone buzzed again.

Taking a deep breath, Sabrina opened her eyes and checked the caller ID. It was Tyrone.

declined the call without a second

her phone rang

up the phone without glancing at the caller ID and snapped, "I already told you I need some space. Stop calling

"Hey, Sabrina. It's me!"

a weary female voice on the other

away and glanced

had been reopened, with Hobson and Zeke providing

Sabrina, the woman on the phone

sounded a bit different, Sabrina could tell

Sabrina asked, her

to your dad?" Galilea's eerie voice

happened to my dad?

she just heard a joke. "Why are you

laughing at you. You're being so silly. Back then, I was just a college student. How could I possibly kill anyone? How could I have connected with Zeke? How could

held her breath, her heart pounding faster with

was to meet your father and falsely accuse him of raping me. That way, his reputation would be ruined. But then, someone approached me, offering their help. It was only later that I realized I was