Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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After reading the message, Sabrina retrieved her luggage from the baggage claims area, cleared

customs, and dialed Collen’s number.

After Sabrina updated Collen on her location, Collen asked her to stay put as he quickly came to find

her.

With her suitcase at her feet, Sabrina took in her surroundings.

The area felt deserted, with people departing soon after retrieving their luggage. In the near distance,

KFC still operated, with only a handful of patrons lingering.

About ten minutes later, a tall young man in a black windbreaker caught Sabrina’s attention. As he

approached, he stopped and asked, “Sabrina?”

“Mr. Hilton?”

Once they confirmed each other’s identities, Collen took Sabrina’s suitcase, saying, “Here, let me help

you. We’ll go this way. It’s closer.”

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“Okay,” Sabrina said as she followed him out. “Thank you for picking me up this late at night.”

As they walked, Sabrina observed Collen and noticed an ear stud in his left ear. He had the top button

of his shirt undone, and she could see the faint trace of a tattoo on his chest.

Collen smiled. “You’re welcome. Anyone who comes from the same country is like family here. If you

need anything, I’m only a phone call away.”

Their shared nationality fostered a sense of camaraderie among fellow citizens who settled in Philade.

This amity led to the spontaneous formation of an association, where mutual assistance prevailed.

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“Okay, then I won’t be too polite with you,” Sabrina said, smiling and feeling at ease. “I will need your

help when I rent a house in a few days.”

Sabrina, having just arrived, was unfamiliar with the local housing market. She was concerned that

someone might try to mislead her because she was a foreigner here.

“No problem. Call me then. By the way, are you here to continue your studies or look for work?” Collen

asked casually.

“Work.”

“What sort of job?”

“I’m a photographer.”

“Oh!” Collen exclaimed, patting his forehead. “I forgot. Blayze told me that you were his student. Did

you know one of his friends has a photography studio here?”

“Yes, Blayze mentioned that.”

“You should try there. Most of the guests in the West University District are young and friendly. Many of

our fellow countrymen come here to study,” Collen suggested.

“Sure, I’ll try there first.” Sabrina nodded her head in agreement.

As they got into the car, Sabrina told Collen the address where she was staying. “I booked a room at

the Ritten Hotel. It’s at 1800

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“I know where that is. It’s downtown.” Collen started the car and headed for the hotel.

During the ride, Sabrina messaged Bettie, telling Bettie that she landed safely.

As they drove through the city, Collen warmly introduced Sabrina to the changes in Philade over the

past few years. “Do you remember that place? It’s been demolished, and now it’s a hotel. And at that

club, I remember there was a gathering there, and you even came to attend. Collen reminisced.

Sabrina interrupted him, “I can’t remember much. I was in a car accident before I left here and have

lost many memories from that time.”

Blayze was already aware of Sabrina’s amnesia, so she didn’t hide it from Collen.

Collen looked at her in surprise. “Is that so?”

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