Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon reaching her apartment, she slid off her jacket, placing it on its hook, and switched into cozy slippers.

Jennie was still up, engrossed in watching cartoons on the couch.

Seeing Sabrina, she remarked in a daze, “Aunt Sabrina, you look so beautiful today!”

Sabrina approached, giving Jennie’s cheek a playful pinch. “ALL cleaned up for bed?”

“Yes!” Jennie responded with a nod.

“Alright, it’s time to sleep. Go to bed, and I‘1l join you in a moment.”

“Sure thing.”

little girl, obedient as ever, set her tablet aside and scampered

in a relaxing shower and dried her hair. Settling into bed, she absentmindedly checked her phone and spotted a message from

emoji, setting her phone aside before settling

today, Aunt Sabrina. You and Uncle

breath, Sabrina questioned, “Jennie, do you Like me

being you!” Jennie’s eyes sparkled. “But that doesn’t

for me, stop talking about your uncle. We won’t ever be a couple. And if you bring it up

vanished instantly. Her expressions morphed rapidly from understanding to concern, then to dread. Tentatively, she inquired, “Do

“Yes, very much.”