Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Are you available right now?” Tyrone asked.

“I need to change into something else. I’ll be quick,” Sabrina replied.

“I’ll swing by to pick you up,” Tyrone offered.

Sabrina hurried to the dressing room to swap outfits.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Her thoughts were in turmoil, a sense of unease creeping over her.

Her fingers quivered as she undid the buttons on her attire.

Anxiety painted her face red, with beads of sweat forming

summoned her strength to wrestle the

getting into the car, Tyrone couldn’t help but notice Sabrina hadn’t removed her makeup. Her complexion appeared blotchy, and her face had a pallor

fetched a tissue from the storage compartment and handed it

gently dabbed her face. Her heart raced,

couldn’t fathom what Wanda might

Fear gripped her.

dread of Wanda’s possible revulsion and the anguish

involvement in the case welled up within her, yet she hesitated, refraining from

Frustration gnawed at her.

her hand, rubbing her temples in a futile attempt to