Scars Of A Broken Bond

A few seconds later, his call was answered..

A man asked, “Mr. Blakely, what seems to be the problem?”

“I need you to unmask these bloggers within a day.”

Tyrone’s patience with the media had clearly been exhausted, their repeated provocations wearing thin on his tolerance.

“Rest easy. By tomorrow, you’ll have your answer.”

Once the call ended, Tyrone returned to the website.

Kylan had already instructed technicians to scrub the posts.

retreated to the master bedroom, carefully shutting the door

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

the sound. Her voice was still raspy with

that Sabrina was awake, Tyrone approached the bedside,

merely gazed

have assumed

had been summoned away by

the idea crossed her mind, Sabrina

either numb to it, or perhaps she just didn’t care

harmony between