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,

the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance

of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble.

of his neck, venturing into

approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled

inquired, “How did you know

I assumed

were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are

a

disclosed that she possesses some leverage

was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She

that it was