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, he felt an inexplicable

Tyrone’s reaction, Galilea inquired, “Tyrone, did

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 not be able

the hospital, drifting

disoriented, she had no

blazing overhead, she felt an icy chill seeping into

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

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

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

through the dwindling posts under the