Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina responded reassuringly, “Yes, I’ll be at their disposal should the police require any further assistance.”

Bettie had been apprised of the noonday incident beforehand, and her heart brimmed with righteous indignation. “What a repugnant individual! You can’t let compassion cloud your judgment. If anyone comes pleading for your forgiveness, you can’t acquiesce. Galilea must face the consequences!” Bettie’s words held significance.

“I understand. My heart won’t waver,” Sabrina affirmed with a gentle smile.

Even if Galilea were to approach her now with an offer to testify immediately, Sabrina wouldn’t yield to sentimentality.

As they exited the police station, a chilling gust of wind swept through the vicinity.

The streets were desolately sparsely populated.

Sabrina’s vehicle was stationed curbside.

A black car in the rear, adorned with twin flashing Lights, stood out prominently in the nocturnal ambiance.

Casting a sidelong glance at the license plate number, Sabrina arched an eyebrow, a trace of irony briefly shimmering in her eyes

That vehicle belonged to none other than Tyrone.

Unwavering in his determination, he trailed behind her until they reached the precinct.

Could his zeal to come to Galilea’s aid be so fervent? Sabrina scoffed. Sabrina averted her gaze and proceeded directly to her car, deftly tugging open the passenger door before slipping inside.

Bettie assumed control of the vehicle’s operation and commenced their departure.

Unable to contain her frustrations any longer, Bettie couldn’t resist voicing her grievances.

Having unburdened her sentiments, Bettie took in a deep breath and finally calmed down, navigating the road with caution.

Unexpectedly, she remarked, “Sabrina, take a Look at the car behind us. It appears to have been tailing us persistently.”

Glimpsing at the rearview mirror, Sabrina’s brow furrowed in irritation as she uttered, “It’s Tyrone’s car.”

To Sabrina, it seemed that Tyrone’s affections for Galilea ran deep. Bettie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?” she exclaimed. “Why is he following us? He isn’t endeavoring to coerce you into penning a letter of understanding, is he? Sabrina, you can’t yield to such demands.” “Okay,” Sabrina responded with a nod.

Within the obsidian Cayenne, Tyrone remained oblivious to the midday events until he received an update from his associates.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened incrementally, a glimmer of vindictiveness flickering within his eyes.

How audacious of Galilea to conspire against Sabrina!

If it weren’t for Sabrina’s foresight, Tyrone shuddered to contemplate the potential repercussions…