Scars Of A Broken Bond

Lifting her gaze to Tyrone, she added, “You should get your treatment.”

Tyrone remained motionless, lost in thought.

The nurse entered, infusion bottle and a sterilized needle in tow. She cast a quick glance at him, querying, “Would you prefer the sofa or the bed?”

Tyrone turned around and sat back on the sofa. “Here.”

“Alright then.”

With practiced ease, the nurse attached the infusion and inserted the needle into Tyrone’s vein.

and once the nurse departed, she gently blew on Tyrone’s hand. “It won’t hurt,” she

Jennie’s small backpack, making sure to include her cherished

pulled out the art supplies from the backpack, and

a notification of

to see a message

issue with the suppliers and the Faulkner family had been

out to was Sabrina, offering his heartfelt

she wasn’t

Tyrone wasn’t involved, Damon had acted on

deep gratitude. My parents wish to host a dinner for you, but I declined on your behalf. Are you available tomorrow night? How about a dinner treat