Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 3

Suddenly, she felt herself being Lifted.

Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. “Tyrone?” she murmured.

“Tt’s me,” Tyrone replied.

“Did you drink?” Sabrina asked.

“I drank a Little with my friend.”

The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced, her rest disturbed.

Someone slid into the bed.

waist, its path trailing a

shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his

causing harm to their unborn

halted, settling on

seized her and tenderly whisked

empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his return home

in. Why had she given in to sleep so

didn’t matter, though. She could still share

wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped

jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina descending the stairs, he dropped the papers in hand and suggested, “Time

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