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.

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

this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was far from

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

neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It

the faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face

inquired, “How did you know I was

wished to meet you. I

intended to engage me in negotiations? Are you concerned I might unearth some undisclosed

posed a counter-question, “What do you now

disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account

conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed

Galilea had divulged today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection with