Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Understood,” Tyrone replied, a sense of contentment welling up within him at the prospect of gaining entry to her home.

It had been no small feat to earn this privilege.

The elevator jolted to a halt. Sabrina reached the door, inputted the security code, and slipped into her slippers.

Tyrone found amusement in her stealthy actions.

Sabrina glanced at Tyrone, signaling for silence with a finger to her lips. She quietly turned the doorknob and shook her head at him.

Tyrone entered her home with utmost discretion, making a beeline for her room.

Sabrina gently closed the door.

room door, she

from the entrance to her room was damp, a consequence of Tyrone’s earlier

fixing a stern gaze

I’ll tend to the floor,” she

room door and proceeded to fetch

completed the task of floor-cleaning, she promptly returned the mop

adorning her features.

I

over to Sabrina’s room and made a request, “Could I borrow your makeup

Bettie had touched the doorknob,