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.

sealing her room door, she

to her room was

a stern gaze upon

and I’ll tend to the

room door and proceeded

floor-cleaning, she promptly returned the mop to its place. Just then, the adjacent

emerged, her cup in hand, a perplexed expression adorning her

I noticed a bit

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

Bettie had touched