Scars Of A Broken Bond

Perhaps because he was born out of wedlock.

His very existence was seen as a mistake from the very beginning.

In the middle of the night, a black Cayenne eased into the underground parking lot of the hotel, temporary home to the Cloudwater Town film crew.

“We’ve arrived, sir,” the driver announced, glancing at Tyrone’s resting form reflected in the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Tyrone murmured, his eyelids remaining shuttered, his form suggesting sleep.

Detecting the strong scent of alcohol in the car, the driver hesitated, unsure whether to persist in reminding him.

Two minutes later, a shift in the back seat broke the silence.

his pockets and

echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him.

the parking lot of

keep an eye on her, Galilea knew that he

could she force him into meeting her using her life as

anticipate him coming to her in the dead of night just two days after

exclaimed,

new outfit. However, before

and her eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a floral slip nightdress, with the hemline reaching her

threw on a short coat from her closet, grabbed her