Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Jennie, where did you explore today?” Tyrone inquired casually.

Jennie described everything with a Lively and eloquent narration.

The woman sitting next to them didn’t notice them at first but was intrigued by Jennie’s storytelling. She couldn’t help but remark, “How old is your daughter? She speaks so well. My son is already in elementary school and doesn’t articulate half as well as she does.”

Jennie beamed and replied, “I’m four years old.”

“Only four? What a bright child!” The woman’s surprise turned into an endearing smile directed at Jennie. “You’re doing a wonderful job with her education. She’s intelligent and polite. A lovely girl! With parents as good-looking as you two, your child is bound to be a charmer.”

Sabrina felt slightly embarrassed. With a half-smile, she explained, “She’s not my daughter. She’s my niece.”

woman’s expression shifted to confusion. “Oh, I apologize. She resembles you both so much that I

glanced at Tyrone,

as she glanced at Tyrone, feeling

quickly clarified, “He’s not my

then? The little girl is his daughter, I assume?”

set things straight. “Ma’am, he’s not my father.

The woman turned

piece of fish on Sabrina’s

know, I’m done

Jennie farewell, saying, “Jennie, it’s getting Late.