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.

when she actually did, he

reaction, Galilea inquired, “Tyrone, did I

need to bother about it. I’ll handle it. Let’s get you home. Grandpa is upset about today’s events. You have work soon, and I might

Sabrina exited the hospital,

she had no destination

she felt an icy chill seeping

logged into her second, more private, Twitter account, seeking the sordid details of that

harsh comments, she delved into them anyway, enduring them as a form of self-punishment. She read each demeaning

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

through the