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.

cafe, he stopped at the door. His eyes scanned the room with

own thoughts, happened to Look up, meeting his

pulled out the chair opposite

“You must be

removed his glasses, extending his hand towards

him intently. “Mr. Williams, what

not at all what she

please.” Darren leaned back against the chair with a

the order on behalf

waitress departed, Sabrina turned her attention back to him, a warm smile gracing her lips. “How long have you been