Scars Of A Broken Bond

Her father, a journalist, had stood confidently before countless viewers, and she could do the same.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be with you,” Tyrone reassured her, holding her hand, reminiscent of a father bird concerned about his fledgling’s first flight. ©

The live streaming of the press conference was scheduled for 3 p.m. on September 5th.

They had two rehearsals planned for the morning.

Bright and early, Sabrina made it to the venue, she conferred with the staff, ensuring all preparations were accurate and foolproof.

Additionally, she considered contingency plans for any mishaps.

“Ms. Chavez, Ms. Clifford is over there.” An assistant approached Sabrina.

positioned near the door, Sabrina instructed, “She needs to

then, Galilea approached Sabrina, extending a paper bag. “Sabrina, I brought you a cupcake from Afternoon Time. Got

Sabrina looked at the bag. She thought that Galilea

their

for you,”

turned to her

was teeming with people and other staff members. It was unfitting for Galilea to persist. She left Sabrina with one last remark. “Sabrina, remember to eat

Sabrina’s assistant, she noticed Tyrone entering the studio. Waving to grab his attention, she called, “Over here,

over casually, throwing them a

were you two