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 delivering a swift kick to his

rose from the floor, staggering toward

you haven’t reached a decision, I’ll

called out from behind him, “Stay home and

paused before

waited in the office, her patience

head from her book and inquired, “Why

jaw dropped in astonishment. The Tyrone before her was a stark departure from the

disheveled, his collar askew, his tie hung loosely over his chest and his suit was riddled with wrinkles, appearing utterly