Scars Of A Broken Bond

At 8:20 a.m. on Monday, Sabrina stepped out on time, ready to tackle the day.

Her apartment was conveniently close to her workplace, just a stone’s throw away, making her morning stroll a breeze.

As Sabrina reached the intersection, she confidently crossed as the green pedestrian lights indicated it was safe.

However, a loud car horn sounded when Sabrina came halfway, and a small car suddenly careened around the corner toward her.

Startled by the sound, Sabrina’s mind blanked momentarily, and then she quickly tried to dodge the oncoming vehicle.

But it was too late.

The car grazed Sabrina, and she found herself on the ground in a split second.

was enough to knock Sabrina over. Her camera catapulted into the air, landing a few meters away. Her palms bore the brunt of the fall, her skin ripping, and

comprehend what happened, the reckless driver

lower abdomen. Sabrina brushed it off, not giving it much

to react, Sabrina dialed the police, who promptly arrived and escorted

a thorough examination, the doctor prescribed medication for the

camera out of the bag to inspect it,

luck! It wasn’t her

Sabrina and her contact number and assured her they

hailed a cab, determined to salvage her day by

explain what had happened and sent over the