Scars Of A Broken Bond

Another began to flatter Sabrina. “It’s been ages, Sabrina. You’ve become even more stunning.”

Rolf proposed, “Shall we play poker? It’s been a while since we last played.”

ALL eyes were on Tyrone.

“Sure.” Tyrone rose to his feet, grinning.

The room was outfitted with various forms of amusement. Everyone made their way to the table.

Eddie, with an excuse, declined the invitation to play. Finally, the four people, Tyrone, Rolf, Tyson, and another man, were seated at the table.

The others clustered around a different table, while a pair moved their chairs to spectate.

them brought a chair for Sabrina

her gratitude and settled into

inquired, “Are you familiar with this

but I’m not certain if

once taught her how to

during his youth and later returned to the farm as he

cold winter months, when people preferred to stay indoors, they would gather and

would drag a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes glued to the

observe a couple of games, and you’ll

Tyrone’s