Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat as she slowly rose to her feet and limped towards Galilea.

With a triumphant smile, Galilea stood and delivered a forceful slap to Sabrina’s face.

Her hand connected with Sabrina’s cheek in a sharp, stinging slap, the force of it sending Sabrina stumbling backward on her injured right foot.

Sabrina’s left cheek throbbed with a burning pain, the skin swollen and tender. The entire left side of her face, from her cheekbone to the root of her ear, felt like it was on fire.

Her back was wet with sweat, and her hair tangled and bloodied.

Dazed, Sabrina slowly pushed herself up from the floor and sat back on the sofa. In a hoarse voice, she said, “Can we get down to business now?”

surge of satisfaction. “The kidnappers have been on the loose for so many years. It doesn’t matter to me anymore. I buried the hatchet many years ago. Why should I ask for trouble

Or that you don’t want to help me? Those kidnappers have committed heinous crimes. Don’t you want

chief briefed me. You want the kidnappers apprehended and are also tracing the driver who killed your father. But what of it? That was your father, not mine. I have no desire to assist you. What did you expect?”

depth of the

eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation as she thought of when Sabrina would

would be a sight

attitude fueled Sabrina’s

If he wasn’t killed in the accident, the kidnappers might already be in jail. I don’t expect you to thank him, but don’t you have any sympathy for him? Can’t you fathom the loss of a man

responded, “You know what? I still

her head to observe Sabrina and raised her eyebrows to convey her