Scars Of A Broken Bond

After reading the message, Sabrina retrieved her luggage from the baggage claims area, cleared customs, and dialed Collen’s number.

After Sabrina updated Collen on her location, Collen asked her to stay put as he quickly came to find her.

With her suitcase at her feet, Sabrina took in her surroundings.

The area felt deserted, with people departing soon after retrieving their luggage. In the near distance, KFC still operated, with only a handful of patrons lingering.

About ten minutes later, a tall young man in a black windbreaker caught Sabrina’s attention. As he approached, he stopped and asked, “Sabrina?”

“Mr. Hilton?”

Once they confirmed each other’s identities, Collen took Sabrina’s suitcase, saying, “Here, let me help you. We’ll go this way. It’s closer.”

“Okay,” Sabrina said as she followed him out. “Thank you for picking me up this late at night.”

ear. He had the top button of his shirt undone, and she could see the faint trace of a tattoo

“You’re welcome. Anyone who comes from the same country is like family here. If

camaraderie among fellow citizens who settled in Philade.

you,” Sabrina said, smiling and feeling at ease. “I will need your help when I rent a house

local housing market. She was concerned that someone might

the way, are you here to continue your studies or look for work?” Collen

“Work.”

“What sort of job?”

“I’m a photographer.”

Collen exclaimed, patting his forehead. “I forgot. Blayze told me that you were his student. Did you know one of his

“Yes, Blayze mentioned that.”

the West University District are young and friendly. Many of our fellow countrymen come here to study,” Collen

I’ll try there first.” Sabrina nodded her