Scars Of A Broken Bond

Under the intensity of his scrutiny, Sabrina fidgeted uncomfortably, as if perched on a bed of pins and needles. Unable to withstand the pressure, she urged, “Tyrone, remember that Ms. Clifford remains detained at the police station. Are you certain you wish to tarry here, wasting precious time?”

Tyrone emitted a soft, knowing chuckle, his voice Laced with amusement. “Why do you shy away from meeting my gaze?”

“It’s not a matter of fear but rather, a desire to sever all connections with you…”

“Sabrina, your hesitance betrays your trepidation.” Tyrone, resolute and assured, spoke with an air of certainty.

Sabrina raised her eyes to meet Tyrone’s, locking their gazes in an unyielding standoff.

She clenched her fists, suppressing any inclination to avert her eyes. “Well then, speak your mind. What do you wish to say?”

eye contact, his words charged with determination and precision. “Sabrina, I

you admit

I want is you!” Tyrone said firmly,

with a mix of astonishment and, for a heartbeat, her heart danced erratically

Sabrina strained

efforts

in his words, as if they were an undeniable

Sabrina didn’t forget Tyrone’s talent for deception. Recalling the harrowing sight of Galilea in the hospital, Sabrina

Galilea’s carefree escapades outside had confirmed Tyrone’s propensity for falsehoods. He had spun tales of inscrutable motives, treating her as

was no