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?”

glanced up at him, unable to resist

the floor,

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

as he reached the door, Tyrone’s voice called out from behind him, “Stay home and be with your wife for the next few

before

her patience waning as darkness descended. Finally,

she saw him enter, Sabrina lifted her head from her book and inquired, “Why didn’t you answer

in astonishment. The Tyrone before

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