Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.
The impact 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 her ankle throbbing with pain.
Before she could fully comprehend what happened, the reckless driver sped away.
There was a fleeting ache in her lower abdomen. Sabrina brushed it off, not giving it much thought.
Quick to react, Sabrina dialed the police, who promptly arrived and escorted her to the hospital.
After a thorough examination, the doctor prescribed medication for the pain in Sabrina’s ankle.
Sabrina took her camera out of the bag to inspect it, only to find it was damaged and didn’t work.

Talk about rotten luck! It wasn’t her day!
The police took a statement of events from Sabrina and her contact number and assured her they would call when they found
the culprit.
As Sabrina limped toward the hospital gate, she hailed a cab, determined to salvage her day by getting the camera fixed.
On the way, she dialed Liliana to explain what had happened and sent over the hospital report via chat software.
“Thank goodness you’re okay. Take a few days off to recover,” Liliana advised, her concern evident in her voice.
After concluding the call, Liliana glanced up to find Evan entering.
Baffled, she inquired, “Evan, don’t you have something on your agenda today? Why are you here?”
Evan cleared his throat and casually replied, “Well, the issue was resolved yesterday. So, I’m back at work. I heard Sabrina got
injured and couldn’t make it today.”
Liliana nodded. “Yes. I just got off the phone with her. Hit by a car, and her camera got damaged.”
The studio’s policy mandated that staff bring their cameras, acknowledging the uniqueness of each photographer’s equipment.
Evan scratched his head and said, “Oh, that’s a pity. I hope she’s alright. But didn’t she have a shooting scheduled today? I’m
available. Let me take care of it.”