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.

chair for

and settled into

and inquired, “Are you familiar

“I played it as a kid, but I’m not

once taught her how

a simple life. He worked in the city during his youth and later returned to

indoors, they would gather and play poker to pass the

little girl, she would drag a tiny stool over and perch behind her grandfather, her eyes

games, and you’ll get the

Tyrone’s