Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Sabrina.” A voice both familiar and unexpected emanated from behind. Sabrina found herself momentarily rendered mute.

She pivoted gracefully, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as her gaze locked onto Tyrone. Inquisitively, she posed the question, “Why are you here?”

Tyrone approached at a leisurely pace. A composed smile graced his features as he explained, “This community boasts splendid flats, so I decided to acquire one.”

Coincidentally, it occupied the unit directly above Sabrina’s residence.

Sabrina found herself at a loss for words.

Ding!

The elevator arrived at the basement level.

Just as Sabrina was about to step inside, Tyrone gently clasped her wrist and murmured, “Hold on. I have something to tell you.”

“Release me!” Sabrina responded frigidly. “I have no desire to engage in conversation with you.”

“Just a few moments,” Tyrone persisted.

Sabrina rolled her eyes with an irritated sigh, her glance momentarily flitting toward Bettie.

Bettie comprehended the unspoken message and leaned in to whisper to Sabrina, “Don’t make any promises to forgive Galilea.”

Having imparted her advice, Bettie entered the elevator. Its doors closed and it commenced its gradual ascent.

Directing her gaze back to Tyrone, Sabrina inquired, “What is it that you wish to convey? Speak your mind.”

As Tyrone prepared to articulate his thoughts, Sabrina interjected, “If you intend to coax me into composing a letter of understanding, you may as well go back now.”

“No, I won’t ask you to write any such letter,” Tyrone replied with unwavering seriousness. “Regarding what transpired earlier today… I am genuinely relieved that you emerged unscathed.”

“Your concern is duly noted. Is there anything else?” Sabrina quirked an eyebrow.

Observing Sabrina’s cool detachment, instead of provoking anger, Tyrone found a hidden sense of elation burgeoning within his heart.

A wry smile danced across his lips, and he arched an eyebrow as he mused, “Are you upset, Sabrina? Could it be that jealousy has found its way into your heart? Right? You’re fond of me too, aren’t you…”

Sabrina’s response seemed to treat his words as if they were a jest. “Don’t be absurd. Is there anything else you wish to discuss? If not, I’ll head upstairs.”

A mask of consternation descended upon Tyrone’s countenance. Hastily, he clasped her hand and implored, “Wait a moment. You’ve contacted the police. Aren’t you concerned that Galilea might not cooperate as a witness?”

Given that Sabrina had refrained from alerting the authorities earlier, it was apparent that she intended to Leverage this situation to compel Galilea into swift testimony.