Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Didn’t you see her yesterday? Why not deliver it yourself?” Damon asked, Lighting his own cigarette.

He remembered Tyrone’s swift punch to the thief, a memory accentuated by the imagined sound of breaking ribs.

Tyrone drew heavily on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as the smoke twirled upwards and vanished.

The chill of Sabrina’s words from yesterday, “I don’t want to remarry you,” lingered with him, colder even than December in Norwen.

After a pause, Tyrone asked, “Did she say anything else?”

“She offered to treat me to dinner tomorrow,” Damon replied, anticipating Tyrone’s response. “She insisted, since I helped her. If you object, she’ll speak to you.”

Tyrone paused once more before taking another drag, his face serious.

playfully glanced at Tyrone and inquired, “What do you think? You

expression darkened. “Tell her

“Okay.”

observe the whales the following day. A large ship had been reserved by Bettie for the whale-watching trip. The departure was scheduled for approximately eight in the morning, with the journey

and Damon planned their dinner

to select a restaurant, Sabrina found herself puzzled once

and requested that Damon inform her once he had

morning, precisely at seven-thirty, Sabrina and her friends

numerous individuals awaited their turn, clearly anticipating their upcoming

had secured a