Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 588
But after he passed away, the camera was forgotten. She immersed herself in her studies, driven by the desire to match up to
Tyrone’s expectations and earn his praise.
In this pursuit, she had Lost touch with her hobbies and, consequently, a piece of her identity.
Was it the grief of losing her father that made her abandon her passions? Or was it the obsession with Tyrone?
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Or both of them?
Bettie suggested, “Sabrina, have you considered taking up a hobby?
Photography would be a great option. You wouldn’t need to worry about your life. You could buy a camera, travel around, and
take photos of beautiful people and places!”
Sabrina responded with a gentle smile and said, “Okay, I’ll think about #857
Sabrina knew she needed to focus on finding herself beyond her relationship with Tyrone.
With the camera in her hand, Sabrina captured numerous photos of Bettie and Aylin, among other subjects
In the end, the three of them posed for a picture.
While the guide and driver were busy lighting the bonfire and making snacks, Sabrina grew tired of taking photos and handed the
camera to Aylin. She didn’t want to stay on the bus, so she found a spot by the fire to sit and warm up.
“Look,” said one of the tourists, pointing to a car nearby. “Someone must be driving to see the aurora as well.”
Sabrina glanced at the car and felt a sense of familiarity.
However, she noticed it had a local license plate number, which made her doubt her intuition.
After a while, the tourists grew tired and cold and gathered around the fire to enjoy coffee, desserts, and fruits.

The guide entertained them by bringing up various topics, and some cheerful tourists immediately joined in.
The atmosphere became lively when a passenger brought his guitar out and showcased his talent. Everyone eagerly recorded
the performance.
After the song had ended, a girl from the group made a suggestion. “Why don’t we invite the person from the car to join us?”
The guide glanced over at the black car, now parked, and deliberated on what to do.
Sensing the guide’s reluctance, the girl didn’t bring it up again.
There was a moment of hesitation, but eventually, the guide agreed and said, “Okay, go and ask them if they’re willing to come.”
The girl was cheerful and enthusiastic. She volunteered, “I’ll go.”