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 of the

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

him, she

recognized the familiar scent

mind went blank, her thoughts momentarily

Tyrone and Galilea being intimate, but experiencing it firsthand was still

welled

Her dear Tyrone.

That was her husband.

stain on his collar was so