Scars Of A Broken Bond

When Kira emerged from the elegant jewelry boutique, her eyes chanced upon a familiar silhouette in the distance.

With a graceful pivot, she turned to investigate, only to find that the enigmatic figure had gracefully vanished behind the entrance of a nearby establishment.

Kira cast her gaze upward and discerned that it was a bar. Did Sabrina just go to the bar?

Embarking on a tentative path forward, Kira allowed her inquisitive eyes to scan the surroundings. Lo and behold, the unmistakable sight of Sabrina’s automobile greeted her gaze.

A notion crossed Kira’s mind, prompting her to produce her smartphone and initiate a phone call.

During the daytime, the bar exuded a tranquil emptiness, with only a handful of industrious staff bustling to and fro, ferrying boxes laden with merchandise.

Behind the bar counter, the bartender was diligently restocking the assortment of ingredients with precision.

bottles of wine. Seating herself with an air of purpose, she deftly uncorked one of the bottles

coursed down her throat, Sabrina’s countenance contorted ever so slightly, bearing witness

to find solace, she consumed a

moment, the spectral visage of her towering father materialized before her, both intimately familiar and hauntingly distant. Unbidden, tears

on the precipice of securing justice for

the truth had proved to be

of heartless capitalists. Instead, he had become unwittingly ensnared in a web of intrigue utterly unrelated to him. He had met his untimely demise amidst a power struggle within the Blakely family and Galilea’s insatiable pursuit of money and status. He had perished in

yearning for the simpler explanation that her father had fallen prey to

could be found in this revelation and her heart remained

her lips again and indulged