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.

perhaps it was his attempt to dull the

blamed herself. If only she hadn’t gone shopping

lost

they were left with a single

the room. At some point, a

Tyrone reentered

slowly at the sound of

her gaze,

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

if she