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

style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon

remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his closely cropped hair grazing her fingertips would evoke a

the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his

sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face

Sabrina inquired, “How did

wished to meet you. I assumed

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

and posed a counter-question, “What do

gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted

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

today only fortified her belief that it was her