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.

slump on the couch.

her tasks, leaving Sabrina to

three in the afternoon, a black vehicle pulled into the villa’s

sunk back into his seat, rubbed his forehead with a hand bearing a watch, and

into the living room, where he discovered Sabrina draped

the table

are you lying here? Should I accompany you

if she had only just noticed his presence, Sabrina shifted her gaze onto him. “You’ve returned. There’s something I need to question

appeared fatigued.

meet his end?” Sabrina fixed her eyes on Tyrone,