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.

hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft at

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

smooth, save for a trace of

they reclined upon the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always

the faint sound of approaching footsteps,

did you know I

you. I assumed you’d come,” Tyrone

questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in

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

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 are your

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

was her own