Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina’s car was headed to Starriver Bay Villa.

As she approached the nearby road, she found herself slowing down, overtaken by a nagging anxiety.

She inhaled deeply to soothe herself, coming to a stop at the gate of Starriver Bay Villa.

Her license plate number was recognized by the community’s security system, and as the gate arm lifted, she pressed the accelerator and drove on, parking outside the villa.

Karen was tidying the yard when the sound of an engine caught her attention. Looking up in surprise, she dropped her broom and greeted, “Mrs. Blakely, you’re back!”

With a subtle smile, Sabrina replied, “Karen, I’ve divorced him.

call me Sabrina. I’m here to pick up

Bun’s not here at the moment,” Karen

widened. “Bun’s not

confirmed, sighing regretfully. “It’s my fault. I took Bun out to play in the yard, but maybe it was too humid, or its immunity was too weak. Bun developed cat dermatitis. Mr. Blakely took the

cat’s ailment, while not life-threatening, could cause fur loss and require a Lengthy treatment period. Powerful medications might not have been

as she asked, “Which pet hospital

head apologetically. “Mr. Blakely took care of it. He didn’t tell me. He

like to

a moment of silence, memories of her

had to face each