Scars Of A Broken Bond

Should she chase after the criminal or scream for help?

The thief was long gone.

Sabrina found herself in a state of uncertainty. She numbly ambled forward, only to discover that her phone and wallet had vanished with her bag. She couldn’t make it home.

Eventually, it dawned on Sabrina that she could reach out to law enforcement.

She stopped a stranger and inquired, “Excuse me, could you tell me where the closest police station is?”

“Ah, it’s quite far. You’d need to go three blocks down this way, keep moving and make a turn… Well, if you get lost somewhere, don’t hesitate to ask others.”

“Alright, thank you.” Sabrina continued her journey.

for about half an hour, Sabrina

entering the police station, Sabrina relayed her predicament. She borrowed some money from a kind-hearted officer, hailed a taxi and kept the station’s contact

home, Karen was busy tidying up. When she saw Sabrina come back alone, she questioned, “Mrs. Blakely.

down to see her clothes in a disheveled state.

took a tumble. I’ll just change and clean myself up,” Sabrina

stairs, changed into fresh clothes, took a shower, and retreated

morning, she

next to her was tidy, indicating that no

way to the police station, bank, city hall to retrieve her ID card, credit card, and phone number. She bought a new phone, installed her regularly used apps, and used her newly acquired number to

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