Scars Of A Broken Bond

Finishing his water, Tyrone ascended the stairs, leaving the empty glass behind.

Sabrina, having just awoken from her nap, lay sprawled in the bed, mind adrift.

The echo of footsteps outside snapped her back into reality. Her eyes met Tyrone as he pushed open the door.

Yesterday, Sabrina would have been delighted by Tyrone’s return.

Now, she had waited far too long. Her only reaction to his arrival was relief.

His return at this moment was likely in preparation for tomorrow’s impending divorce.

It seemed that he couldn’t wait anymore.

asked, perching himself at the foot

ask about his previous nights’ absences, but before she could utter a word, she noticed the disarray of his clothing, the crumpled shirt, and a lipstick stain

she detected

the familiar scent of Galilea’s perfume.

thoughts momentarily scattered and

Galilea being intimate, but experiencing it firsthand was still a harsh reality for

eyes welled

Her dear Tyrone.

That was her husband.

so dazzling in her eyes, as if mocking