Scars Of A Broken Bond

Cesar’s heart was plagued by frustration and disappointment.

He had always considered himself a champion of justice, mourning Connor’s death deeply. Little did he anticipate that the very person responsible for Connor’s demise had been his own grandson

Tyrone clenched his teeth and struck the wall once more, Leaving his knuckles inflamed and his skin grazed.

“Damn you!”

Now, Tyrone understood Cesar’s peculiar will. It all made sense.

Larry gazed dejectedly at the ceiling. “Yes, I deserve it. Have you made up your mind about how to handle me?”

unable to resist delivering a swift

rose from the floor, staggering

haven’t reached a decision, I’ll head home for

him,

before

waited in the office, her patience waning as darkness descended.

her head from her book and inquired,

Tyrone before her was a stark departure from the

bore several bruises, his hair was disheveled, his collar askew, his tie hung loosely over his chest and