Scars Of A Broken Bond

The driver ignited the engine and was set to depart when Tyrone’s phone chimed.

Casting a swift glance at the display, he wavered briefly, then finally took the call. “Yes, Galilea, what seems to be the matter? Understood.

I’LL get there as soon as possible.”

He concluded the call, turning to Sabrina with an apologetic expression. “Regrettably, Sabrina, I can’t accompany you to the police station now. I’ll have the driver take you instead.”

“Fine,” Sabrina responded icily.

Once Galilea’s name had been mentioned, she had anticipated this turn of events.

She had attempted to prevent him from leaving, but instead, she ended up humiliating herself.

she resolved

Tyrone pursed his lips. An odd sensation fluttered

unbuckled, swung the door open and

a different car and

car made its way to the hospital, where Tyrone pulled into the parking area, tracked down the office

you’ve arrived. The assessment of Ms. Clifford has been completed today. I regret to tell you her condition is deteriorating, not

stern expression, responded,

take this seriously. She was making progress until a couple of days ago when her state abruptly worsened. We could be looking at

nod

in her condition was likely due