Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina, blinking with unspoken understanding, tenderly caressed Jennie’s face and relieved her of the cumbersome bag.

“Of course, my dear. Let me accompany you.”

Inwardly, Sabrina chastised herself for her lapse in judgment.

Sabrina had made a solemn resolve to shield Jennie from the impact of what happened between her and Tyrone. However, her recent reluctance to enter the house or encounter Tyrone had inadvertently betrayed her true sentiments, visible even to Jennie’s perceptive eyes

Sabrina sighed inwardly, determined to avoid such lapses in the future.

As they entered the abode, the living room beckoned with an inviting glow, the soft light filtering in through the windows, casting a gentle warmth.

into the living room, Sabrina’s searching

while Jennie broke the silence by calling

stood in speechless contemplation, her eyes briefly meeting those

across Jennie’s visage, her guilt-lLaden countenance a canvas for secrets

playful anticipation, poised herself to initiate a ticklish

Blakely.” Kylan descended the staircase, clasping a file in his hand, a congenial smile adorning his features. He extended his salutations to the pair and explained, “Mr.

betrayed a flicker of disappointment at the absence of Tyrone. Jennie glanced at Sabrina, lips slightly puckered, before sinking onto the sofa, inquiring plaintively, “When

replied with a gentle tone, “He finds himself somewhat engrossed at the company presently. His return may be

In the absence of further matters, I shall take my leave.” Kylan nodded

journey. Sabrina tenderly patted Jennie’s head, imparting her