Could it have been Bradley, the man Sabrina considered relocating abroad with?

Had they already built a life together abroad?

Could this all have started during her third year at university?

His heart was a nest of vipers, jealousy’s venom threatening to poison his sanity.

Kylan, positioned against the ward’s wall, attentively eavesdropped.

Inside, the ward was eerily silent as if there was no one inside.

Surely Tyrone was lost in past memories, trying to swallow his pain.

Bang!

A resounding bang reverberated, and Kylan’s body

was filled with crackling

the thumping sound of the table falling down, the sliding sound of the sofa shifting, the sharp and piercing sound of the glasses hitting the floor, and

relieved that he wasn’t in there with

fury, the havoc wrought

quiet reigned

voice, ragged and worn, called from within. “You can leave

in its calm, Kylan could detect the subtle exhaustion and bitterness lacing

his phone. It was eleven in the

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