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

only she hadn’t

wouldn’t have lost

they were left with a single

room. At some point, a nurse came to remove

the evening, Tyrone

at the sound of

quickly averted her gaze,

steps forward, stopping a couple of meters from the bed. “Sabrina, I understand that you don’t

if