Scars Of A Broken Bond

Though Bettie disliked Tyrone, she believed him when he said Sabrina was safe.

She ended the call and asked the guide to contact the police.

Tyrone’s revelation that someone had drugged Sabrina had everyone on edge, and Bettie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized everyone’s expressions.

Raul’s face twitched at the mention of “call the police,” and he discreetly approached the bonfire.

Bettie, noticing his movement, returned to her spot beside the fire.

Sabrina’s dishes and drink remained untouched, evidence of the evening’s unsettling turn.

Raul, having glimpsed the scene, was filled with desperation but dared not approach.

perhaps the police wouldn’t discover the

tourists, and every small town along

away, and the police were swift to arrive on

clung to Tyrone, her eyes

she whispered, slipping her hand

sigh escaped her lips. It felt wonderful, yet

at Tyrone’s shirt, breaking the top two buttons, and

of Sabrina’s tearful accusations

the tent, fury had consumed him. Had he not realized Sabrina’s urgency, he might

turned dark, contemplating what might have happened