Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina, curious, clicked the Link.

The post was quite eloquent, with just the right amount of suspense. It was almost professional.

At the end of the page, she noticed the timestamp and looked up at Tyrone, who was seated across from her.

“I saw the post. Did Kylan call you in the middle of the night because of this?”

Without looking up from his plate, Tyrone replied, “Don’t worry over it. I’ve got someone handling it.”

“Alright.” Sabrina bit into her sandwich.

The online comments didn’t faze her.

too engrossed in their own world to think for themselves. To them, either defending oneself or maintaining silence were signs of guilt. They chose to believe whatever suited their

message back to Bradley. “Thank you. I’m not bothered. Don’t get worked up

table during breakfast,” Tyrone

another incoming message from Bradley. “Has your boyfriend seen this? If he has, make sure to explain things. Don’t let him get the wrong

was a hint of curiosity in Bradley’s text. He was aware that Sabrina had previously

up at

had kept her relationship with him under wraps, expecting

panned

wanting to cause undue concern or confusion for her

sensed that a breakup wasn’t on the cards for