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 felt an

inquired, “Tyrone, did I mess

at her. “You don’t need to bother about it. I’ll handle it. Let’s get you home. Grandpa is upset

the hospital, drifting

and disoriented, she had

sun was blazing overhead, she felt an icy chill seeping into her

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

of harsh comments, she delved into them anyway, enduring them as

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

the end, she browsed through the dwindling