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.

decision, so she resolved not

the serene look on Sabrina’s face, Tyrone pursed his lips. An odd

the

entered a different

its way to the hospital, where Tyrone pulled into the parking area, tracked down the office of the psychologist,

Clifford has been completed today. I regret to tell you her condition is deteriorating, not

a 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 a severe depressive episode, which is always challenging

A nod came from

in her condition was likely due to