Scars Of A Broken Bond

In the living room downstairs, he informed the housekeeper, “Please refrain from discussing the current events with Sabrina.”

What was plastered all over the internet was fleeting; people would soon get distracted and move on to the next shiny thing.

The housekeeper seemed unsure. “What if she stumbles upon the news herself…”

“No need to concern yourself with that. Simply keep her in the dark.”

Having no choice, the housekeeper gave a nod of understanding.

Tyrone then made his way to Galilea’s place.

As Sabrina awoke, her hand instinctively searched for her phone under the pillow, but came up empty.

languidly and sought her phone once again, this time around the pillow,

against her forehead, she tried to retrace her actions from

her when she

shifted to a different

phone should have been in her

got out of bed, freshened up, got dressed, and headed to her room

Tyrone must have left hours ago, as the bed was cold

in every nook and cranny, her phone was nowhere to be

rifled through the

her temples, she considered the possibility of having left it