Scars Of A Broken Bond

Her hands shaking, she picked it up and unfolded it.

What she saw made her blood run cold: a grotesque grimace with a blood-red mark stared back at her from the page, sending shivers down her spine.

The markings were the same as the death threat sent to Darren.

Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. She clenched her fist and scanned her surroundings warily.

There was only one apartment on this floor. Outside the door was the elevator, next to which was the fire exit.

The silence was profound, broken only by the distant hum of the elevator in motion.

breathing from beyond the fire exit door-the person who

swiftly turned and went back

against it, inhaling deeply to allow her body

minutes, she steadied her nerves, then snapped a photo of the unsettling

Darren had already received a death threat, and now

now was not an

out her phone and

time. “Tyrone, something urgent has come up. You’ll need

she wasn’t afraid of death herself,

responded, “We’re almost