Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Wait…”

As Galilea prepared to speak, the officer interjected, “Oh, Miss

Chavez, there’s someone waiting for you outside.”

“Someone is waiting for me?” Sabrina inquired as she proceeded toward the exit.

Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings

There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his back.

Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own idiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the back of Tyrone’s head and neck.

to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft

winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys

ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for

the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck,

sound of approaching footsteps,

did you

meet you. I assumed you’d come,” Tyrone

“So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are

met her gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do you now

tilted her gaze upward, a subtle curl gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me. What

with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely

was