Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“You two may converse. I shall depart momentarily. Do not prolong your discussion,” the officer announced before gracefully
exiting the room, leaving the two women alone.
In the dimly lit chamber, Galilea cast a piercing glare in Sabrina’s direction, a trace of malevolence glinting within her eyes,
coupled with a hint of exasperation. “Sabrina, I promised to testify on the second day. How dare you break your promise and call
the officer!”
With a wry and sardonic smile, Sabrina pulled her chair closer, positioning herself squarely across from Galilea.
“Isn’t it you who broke your promise? Do you believe I am unaware of your ploys to obstruct the investigation and tip Zeke off?
Right from the outset, you harbored no intention to testify!”
Galilea retorted, her voice fraught with incredulity. “This is ridiculous! Zeke was the very criminal who abducted me years ago.
How could I possibly inform him?”
Undeterred, Sabrina held her ground, her tone resolute.
“Your phone records have been investigated. A call to Zeke is plainly evident,” Sabrina asserted, punctuating her words with a
scornful grin. “How much do you hate me? Perhaps even surpassing the kidnappers?”
In their endeavor to piece together Galilea‘s intricate plan, the station’s technical experts meticulously resurrected fragments of
Facebook chats and call logs from Galilea’s mobile phone.
Given the intertwined nature of Galilea and Sabrina with both the kidnapping and vehicular accident investigations, the chief
vested this case with special scrutiny, stumbling upon Zeke’s number nestled within Galilea’s revived call log.
The chief grappled with bewilderment, pondering how Galilea could harbor such an intense antipathy toward Sabrina.
Galilea had engineered Sabrina’s downfall and allowed the kidnapper to elude capture.
As these words reached Galilea’s ears, her countenance froze, betraying her inner turmoil.
Sabrina fixed her gaze upon Galilea and inquired, “I’ve heard from the officer that you wished to see me. What do you want to
tell me?”
Bearing a look of disdain for Sabrina, Galilea clenched her teeth and uttered, “Sabrina, draft a letter of understanding for me!”

Galilea was an accomplice of an attempted rape. Obtaining the victim’s understanding might offer her a slender hope of receiving
a suspended sentence.
She couldn’t bear the thought of being behind the bars, for it would irrevocably mar her career and life.
Sabrina, catching the bitterness in Galilea’s tone, could not suppress a scornful smirk. “Galilea, don’t you grasp the gravity of
your predicament?”
“I surely know. So, let’s strike a bargain. Don’t you yearn to uncover why Tyrone released me back then?”
Galilea arched an eyebrow provocatively.
Sabrina, taken aback by Galilea’s words, raised her own eyebrows and queried, “Didn’t you claim that Tyrone had feelings for
you?”
It now appeared that the situation was clear
Tyrone’s decision to release Galilea stemmed from a specific motive, one unrelated to romantic feelings.