Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea possessed certain knowledge about Sabrina and Galilea had exploited Tyrone’s affection for Sabrina to extricate herself
from the clutches.
Now, Galilea sought to leverage this revelation to coax Sabrina into composing that crucial letter of understanding.
Tyrone had spoken the truth at that time.
Galilea wore a sly smile. “The truth Lies somewhere else.”
Sabrina countered, “Initially, you asserted that Tyrone’s release was rooted in his affection for you. Now, you disavow that claim.
Who can discern the veracity of your words?”
Galilea asserted, “You can do whatever you want with the protection of Tyrone! However, I must tread cautiously. Tyrone has
made it abundantly clear that I mustn’t divulge anything, especially to you. What options do I have?”
Sabrina sought clarification, inquiring, “Are you suggesting...”
“It pertains to you,” Galilea confirmed.
Sabrina, feigning skepticism, responded, “Are you insinuating that Tyrone released you because you possess some incriminating
information about me? What a joke! What leverage could you possibly have over me?”
“If you doubt me, I can reveal one to you first. You could check it out and then determine whether a pact is in order,” Galilea
proposed, having Long cast aside her commitment to Tyrone.
Her sole focus was evading incarceration at this juncture.
With an arched eyebrow and a suspicious countenance, Sabrina deliberated briefly before inquiring, “So, you claim to hold two
pieces of damning information against me?”
Sabrina harbored immense curiosity, unable to fathom even one, let alone two.
“Indeed,” Galilea affirmed, exuding an air of confidence as she leaned against the back of her chair.
After several moments of contemplative silence, Sabrina acquiesced, “Very well, I agree. Disclose one of them to me. After I’ve
conducted an investigation and ascertained its veracity, I shall return to you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Galilea declared, “Then I shall tell you the first one. The truth is, you are not...”
Her sentence was abruptly interrupted as an officer thrust open the door, entering the room. “Miss Chavez, it’s time to depart.”
Speechless, Sabrina stood there, her thoughts racing.
She gracefully turned toward the officer, gracing him with a beguiling smile. “Is it at all possible to make an exception? Could you
grant me amere five additional minutes?”
Regretfully, the officer shook his head, his response firm. “I’m afraid not. It’s a direct order.”
Sabrina, pausing momentarily, resignedly conceded, “Very well.”
With a reluctant step, she rose from her seat and cast a fleeting glance in Galilea’s direction. “I’ll return on another occasion.”
The prosecution was in some days.