Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Mrs. Blakely, it’s time we headed back.” Evelyn had already vanished by the time Karen emerged, carrying a blanket and a thermos.

Sabrina’s crushed expression had seemingly brought Evelyn some twisted satisfaction, and she had left without further ado after accomplishing her goal.

Sabrina, on the other hand, sat motionless and speechless, her fists clenched tightly.

“Mrs. Blakely?” Karen prompted again, sensing her absence of response.

Rousing herself, Sabrina inhaled deeply, and with a nod of agreement, uttered, “Yes, let’s return home.”

A quick glance at Sabrina’s countenance suggested to Karen a shift from her prior state.

Back at their villa, Karen offered to assist Sabrina up the stairs.

on the couch. “I will wait for Tyrone

to her tasks, leaving

three in the afternoon, a black vehicle pulled into

ignition, Tyrone sunk back into his seat, rubbed his forehead with a hand

the living room, where he discovered Sabrina draped in a blanket, gazing emptily into the

keys onto the table and

are you lying here? Should I accompany you

just noticed his presence, Sabrina shifted her gaze

fatigued. “What’s

end?” Sabrina fixed her eyes on