Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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When Kira emerged from the elegant jewelry boutique, her eyes chanced upon a familiar

silhouette in the distance.

With a graceful pivot, she turned to investigate, only to find that the enigmatic figure had

gracefully vanished behind the entrance of a nearby establishment.

Kira cast her gaze upward and discerned that it was a bar. Did Sabrina just go to the bar?

Embarking on a tentative path forward, Kira allowed her inquisitive eyes to scan the

surroundings. Lo and behold, the unmistakable sight of Sabrina’s automobile greeted her

gaze.

A notion crossed Kira’s mind, prompting her to produce her smartphone and initiate a

phone call.

During the daytime, the bar exuded a tranquil emptiness, with only a handful of

industrious staff bustling to and fro, ferrying boxes laden with merchandise.

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Behind the bar counter, the bartender was diligently restocking the assortment of

ingredients with precision.

Sabrina, with an air of quiet determination, proceeded to request several bottles of wine.

Seating herself with an air of purpose, she deftly uncorked one of the bottles and expertly

poured herself a generous portion.

As the bittersweet elixir coursed down her throat, Sabrina’s countenance contorted ever

so slightly, bearing witness to the lingering anguish and sorrow that refused to be

assuaged.

Desperate to find solace, she consumed a few more glasses of the wine.

In that poignant moment, the spectral visage of her towering father materialized before

her, both intimately familiar and hauntingly distant. Unbidden, tears welled up in Sabrina’s

eyes.

At long last, she believed herself to be on the precipice of securing justice for her beloved

father.

But, alas, the truth had proved to be far more harrowing than her imaginings.

Her once stalwart and formidable father had not fallen victim to the machinations of

heartless capitalists. Instead, he had become unwittingly ensnared in a web of intrigue

utterly unrelated to him. He had met his untimely demise amidst a power struggle within

the Blakely family and Galilea’s insatiable pursuit of money and status. He had perished in

a kidnapping scheme he had unknowingly participated in and had been slain by the very

“victim” he had endeavored to aid.

Sabrina found herself yearning for the simpler explanation that her father had fallen prey

to ruthless capitalists.

Alas, no solace could be found in this revelation and her heart remained heavy with

sorrow.

Sabrina gracefully raised the glass to her lips again and indulged in a succession of sips.

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She found herself ensnared in a trance-like reverie, as though Tyrone himself had

materialized before her very eyes.

A furrow etched upon her brow as Sabrina clung to the glass, her delicate hand sweeping

through the air to dispel the spectral apparition that persisted.

Tyrone’s spectral presence lingered like a relentless specter, an ever- present haunting in

her thoughts.

How could he have failed to see through Galilea’s deceit?

The years of deception at Galilea’s hands weighed heavily upon her, leaving Sabrina

feeling a bewildering mix of sympathy, self-pity, and irony.

The notion of Tyrone, the Blakely Group’s esteemed chairman, being so thoroughly

deceived appeared preposterous.

In her inebriated state, Sabrina lost count of her indulgence. Her cheeks adorned a rosy

hue and her vision had become a painter’s blurred canvas.

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