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.

instead to slump on the couch. “I will wait

returned to her

afternoon, a black vehicle pulled into the

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

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

the car keys onto the table and joined Sabrina on the

here? Should I accompany you

her gaze onto him.

appeared fatigued.

Sabrina fixed her