Scars Of A Broken Bond

It was clear that Bun’s short legs couldn’t quite make the Leap.

Sabrina’s heart swelled with a mix of amusement and empathy. She gently lifted the quilt, allowing Bun to join her on the bed. Together, they settled in for the night.

When Sabrina got up the following morning, she ensured that Bun’s needs were met before embarking on her agenda.

At 8:50 a.m., Sabrina arrived at the cafe and quickly found a secluded corner table. She sent a text to Darren to let him know that she had arrived. “I’m here.”

Darren replied, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

At approximately 9 a.m., a man in his 3@s strolled into the coffee shop, exuding a confident air. He sported a stylish brown Leather jacket, rugged work pants, and a sleek pair of dark sunglasses. His hair was slightly long and unkempt. A style that hinted at a rebellious streak, and it was clear that he hadn’t visited a barber in quite some time.

at the door. His eyes

thoughts, happened to Look up,

to her table and pulled out the chair opposite her.

“You must be Mr.

smiled as he removed his

intently. “Mr. Williams,

help but notice that he was not at all what she had expected, especially

leaned back against the chair with a relaxed

the order on

Sabrina turned her attention back to him, a warm