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.

many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft at the nape of their

style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated,

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

contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred a

faint sound of approaching footsteps,

Sabrina inquired, “How did you know I

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

that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations?

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

subtle curl gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me. What are your thoughts on

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

today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted his decision to release