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.

path trailing a

Sabrina

causing harm to their unborn

hand halted, settling on

her and tenderly whisked her away into a peaceful

eyes, she discovered an empty space beside her in the bed. Only the faintly crumpled sheets remained

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

She could still

routine, Sabrina navigated to the wardrobe, selecting a white suit for Tyrone. Considering the joyful news of her pregnancy, she opted for a red-striped tie, neatly

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

filled with hope and happiness. “Tyrone, I’ve got news to