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

returned to her tasks, leaving Sabrina to her

at three in the afternoon, a

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

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

the table and joined Sabrina on the

lying here? Should I accompany

gaze onto him. “You’ve returned. There’s something I

appeared fatigued.

Grandpa meet his end?” Sabrina