Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina meticulously perused the extensive roster of incoming calls, each one bearing Tyrone’s name.
Evidently, he had grown increasingly anxious since he was unable to establish contact with her.
Should she return his calls?
While Sabrina wrestled with this dilemma, Blayze concluded his laptop activities and gracefully stood.
“Shall we venture forth for dinner?
The clock had already ticked past four in the afternoon, and by the time they reached the restaurant, it would be approaching the
more auspicious hour of five.
“okay,” Sabrina agreed, donning her down jacket and slipping her phone into her pocket.
Sabrina assumed the mantle of decision-maker when it came to their dining destination.
Having admitted that he had not traversed the streets of Mathias in quite some time, Blayze sought Sabrina’s recommendation.
She, in turn, chose an upscale establishment.
As they indulged in the fare, Blayze couldn’t help but lavish praise upon the delectable flavors.
In the midst of their repast, Sabrina’s phone, resting upon the table, sprung to life with a familiar ringtone.
She retrieved it, discovering Tyrone’s name flashing on the screen. Sabrina hesitated momentarily, then opted to decline the call.
Uncertain of what words to exchange with Tyrone, she contemplated her response.
After careful deliberation, she composed a message for Tyrone, saying, “I’m safe, please leave me alone.”
Having dispatched the message, Sabrina placed her phone back on the table, offering a warm smile to Blayze.
With an intent and meaningful gaze, Blayze inquired, “Why not pick up the call?”
Sabrina responded with casual nonchalance, “It’s nothing important.”
Her declaration was barely uttered when her phone erupted in a persistent ringtone.

It was Tyrone once more.
“Why don’t you answer it? There could be something significant,” Blayze suggested, his voice tinged with concern.
“I recall that Hobson is scheduled to arrive in Mathias this afternoon. He might have unearthed some information.”
Contemplating the unsettling truths she had uncovered earlier this day, Sabrina pursed her lips and terminated the call.
“It’s nothing. I don’t need to take it.”
A subtle smile graced Blayze’s countenance. The evening had descended, the clock nearing seven.