Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

In contrast, Osiris, Galilea’s biological father, had proven ineffectual. He met his end as a coward.
She didn’t wish for Osiris to perish on her behalf but, even if he had possessed greater drive, akin to her uncle, she would not
have found herself in this woeful predicament.
Her heart brimmed with resentment toward Osiris.
Sabrina raised her eyebrows, a tinge of surprise adorning her face, and a self-deprecating smile graced her Lips. “Why would
you think that?”
Her childhood had been marked by the divorce of her parents and the gradual loss of her grandparents. The tragic death of her
father in a car accident happened when she was at a young age and the heartbreaking loss of her unborn child in her youth. She
wouldn’t deem herself fortunate.
Perhaps, in Galilea’s perspective, marrying Tyrone was akin to receiving a divine blessing.
Yet, it had come at the cost of her father’s life.
If given the chance, she would undoubtedly trade it all to have her father back among the Living.
Galilea chimed in, “Isn’t that right? Countless individuals covet your position, yearning to become a part of the illustrious Blakely
family but their aspirations remain unfulfilled.”
Galilea wished fervently that she were Sabrina, with Tyrone Liking her. A complex array of emotions crossed Sabrina‘s
countenance just as she was about to respond, but the crew interrupted, summoning her to the director.
Today, Galilea was slated for a strenuous fighting scene while Sabrina continued to stand in for her.
Upon completing her part, Galilea sought respite in a nearby shelter.
Suddenly, a mobile phone reverberated within the confines of the shed. Galilea surveyed her surroundings and discerned the
source to be Sabrina’s handbag.
Casting a glance at the industrious Sabrina immersed in filming, Galilea retrieved Sabrina’s phone from her bag.
The caller’s name displayed as Murray, an unfamiliar figure in her repertoire.

She couldn’t help but ponder the nature of the relationship between Murray and Sabrina.
Galilea swiftly answered the phone, her voice poised as Murray’s voice emanated from the other end of the line. “Miss Chavez,
we’ve located Hobson near the border. We’re on the verge of apprehending him.”
At the mere mention of the name “Hobson,” Galilea’s breath caught in her throat and her heart quickened its tempo.
Hobson had been found!
“Miss Chavez?” Murray queried once more, noticing the silence.