Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Sir, she’s still refusing to eat.”

Tyrone, a lit cigarette in his hand, responded, “Just let her be for a while.”

The wind carried the ashes, depositing them on the floor.

Numerous cigarette butts littered the area.

Karen noticed the red streaks in Tyrone’s eyes and sighed.

He had never been a smoker. When had he started this habit?

Just two days ago, they had lost Cesar, and now their child. He had gone without sleep for days, resorting to smoking to stay awake.

it was his attempt to

she

have lost the baby.

were left with a single

alone in the room. At

the evening, Tyrone reentered the

head slowly at the sound of the

quickly averted her gaze, closing her

stopping a couple of meters from the bed. “Sabrina, I understand that you don’t want to see me, but

didn’t respond. It was as if