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!

the silence shattered. A resounding bang reverberated,

the air was filled with

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

relieved that he wasn’t in there

Tyrone’s fury,

quiet reigned once

ragged and worn, called

in its calm, Kylan could detect the subtle

at his phone. It was eleven in

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