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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 127
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Chapter: 127

She shouldn’t have bothered. Perhaps she should have left him to sleep in the cold

outside.

Sabrina disentangled her hand from his, grabbed a fresh blanket, and retired to a separate

guest bedroom.

After her departure, Tyrone continued to whisper, “Sabrina… Babe…”

In the silence of the night, two trending hashtags startled the internet, leaving people

aghast.

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The morning sun cast a blinding light onto Tyrone’s face through the window. Shielding his

eyes with his hand, he awoke, feeling disoriented.

His head throbbed painfully.

Shutting his eyes once more, he massaged his aching forehead. Gradually sitting up, he

realized he wasn’t in the master bedroom, but in Sabrina’s room.

She was nowhere to be seen, and the other half of the bed was neat, as though

untouched.

Slipping on his shoes, Tyrone exited the room, returning to the master bedroom to shower

and brush his teeth.

Dressed and descending the stairs, his hand absentmindedly sought his pocket only to

realize he hadn’t come across his cell phone.

He retraced his steps to Sabrina’s room in search of his phone but to no avail.

He racked his brain for any recollection of last night’s events, speculating that he’d either

forgotten it in the car or left it at the club.

Venturing to the car in search of his phone, Tyrone found a phone. Not his, but Sabrina’s.

Grasping it, he walked into the living room, where Sabrina’s phone began to buzz.

Peering at the screen, Tyrone saw it was her assistant dialing in.

Upon answering the call, the assistant’s panicked voice filled his ear.

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“Ms. Chavez, you’ve finally picked up! Check the trending topics!”

Taken aback, Tyrone questioned, “What happened?”

The assistant was surprised. “Mr. Blakely? You can see for yourself on your phone.

Someone snapped pictures of you and Ms. Chavez.”

Tyrone ended the call.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken.

But why would Tyrone have Sabrina‘s phone? Was the news accurate?

Sabrina’s phone password had once been his birthday, but he was unsure if it remained

the same.

Deciding to give it a shot, Tyrone entered the digits, and to his surprise, the phone

unlocked.