Scars Of A Broken Bond

With a puzzled expression, Tyrone asked, “What did you two talk about?”

“Nothing much. I was trying to apologize to her. I feel sorry for the news. I’d even help her clear her name if she wished. I never expected her to react so violently.”

Tyrone’s eyes darkened, and he felt uneasy.

Sabrina knew it.

She was aware of the incident from the other day.

He realized he couldn’t keep it from her forever. If not for the accident, she would have found out sooner. He didn’t erase the chats and call logs she had replied to.

He was prepared for Sabrina discovering the truth.

she actually did,

Galilea inquired, “Tyrone, did I mess

get you home. Grandpa is upset about

Sabrina exited the hospital, drifting aimlessly along the

disoriented, she had no

overhead, she felt an icy chill seeping into

device, she logged into her second, more private, Twitter account,

harsh comments, she delved into them anyway, enduring them

comment sections of relevant news, and eventually grasped the underlying cause

end, she browsed through the dwindling