Scars Of A Broken Bond

“I’m on my way. Just stay calm and try to make sense of the situation.”

The company had reserved rooms on the fourth floor, and whoever occupied room 0305 wasn’t from their firm.

Interestingly, the room allocated to Trevor by the company was 0405. It was quite plausible that, in his inebriated state, Trevor mistakenly entered the wrong room.

Upon reaching Room 0305, Sabrina knocked on the door.

After a couple of minutes, the door creaked open.

Trevor looked a mess, his clothes were in disarray and his face weary. A glimmer of relief appeared in his eyes upon seeing Sabrina, similar to seeing a savior.

his face, as a grim realization

His voice was soft, dripping with

her hand on his shoulder, Sabrina reassured him, “It’s alright. Let’s

Trevor’s fear of her possibly ending things

could

inside, Sabrina shut

room appeared neat, the scene by the bedside told a different story-clothes scattered haphazardly, creating

one corner of the bed, her face hidden by her knees as she wept softly. The blanket draped around her, revealing pale shoulders and ams marred

we need to figure out a solution.

expression, and he tightened his