Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Suddenly, she felt herself being Lifted.

Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. “Tyrone?” she murmured.

“Tt’s me,” Tyrone replied.

“Did you drink?” Sabrina asked.

“I drank a Little with my friend.”

The muffled sound of water cascading down in the bathroom filled the room. Sabrina grimaced, her rest disturbed.

Someone slid into the bed.

its path trailing a prickly sensation

tonight…” Eyes shut, Sabrina sleepily brushed his hand

feared causing harm to their unborn

hand halted, settling on

her and tenderly whisked her away into a peaceful

and Sabrina opened her eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained as evidence of his return home

of annoyance crept in. Why had she given in to sleep

could still share the news with

selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her

morning jog, lounging on the sofa in his pajamas. Noticing Sabrina

filled with hope and