Scars Of A Broken Bond

With his hands in his pockets, Bradley emerged from the terminal approximately twenty minutes later. He looked modern and edgy. His attire complimented his physique without any hint of bulkiness. He wore a peaked black cap with a matching black mask, paired with a long black down jacket.

Aylin waved at him.

Bradley approached the car, his footsteps crunching on the icy ground.

He glanced at Sabrina in the back seat through the window and smiled.

“I hope I’m not intruding on your trip,” he said in a pleasant voice.

His warm breath created a white mist in the cold air.

“Not at all,” Aylin replied, her voice carrying a sense of genuine hospitality. “We’ve wrapped up our time at Shadowlake. We were on our way back anyway. Hop in.”

into the back seat next to

at Bettie, acknowledging her presence, and then turned his attention to Sabrina. “Are

for this trip. How about you? I heard

while ago. Her scenes got axed, and there’s been a delay in selecting the

why I’m

Galilea!” Bettie responded

knot and he doesn’t want her to make any public appearances. Her projects

tightened her grip

of Tyrone’s

her earlier assumption of Damon being Tyrone’s friend was unfounded.