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.

blinking lazily, rummaged in his pockets and took out

echoed momentarily before a surprised woman’s voice greeted him. “Tyrone? It’s

at the parking lot

keep an eye on her, Galilea

meeting her using her life as a

her in the dead of night just two days after she

right down!” Galilea exclaimed, the sleepiness

intending to change into a new outfit. However, before proceeding, she had a sudden

eyes showed signs of lingering drowsiness. Her chosen attire for sleep was a floral

on some lipstick, threw on a short coat from her closet,