Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Cesar’s heart was plagued by frustration and disappointment.
He had always considered himself a champion of justice, mourning Connor’s death deeply. Little did he anticipate that the very
person responsible for Connor’s demise had been his own grandson
Tyrone clenched his teeth and struck the wall once more, Leaving his knuckles inflamed and his skin grazed.
“Damn you!”
Now, Tyrone understood Cesar’s peculiar will. It all made sense.
Larry gazed dejectedly at the ceiling. “Yes, I deserve it. Have you made up your mind about how to handle me?”
Tyrone glanced up at him, unable to resist delivering a swift kick to his leg.
Larry rose from the floor, staggering toward the exit.
“Since you haven’t reached a decision, I’ll head home for a rest now.”
Just as he reached the door, Tyrone’s voice called out from behind him, “Stay home and be with your wife for the next few
days...”
Larry paused before saying, “I will.”
Sabrina patiently waited in the office, her patience waning as darkness descended. Finally, Tyrone returned.
As she saw him enter, Sabrina lifted her head from her book and inquired, “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
Before she could finish her sentence, her jaw dropped in astonishment. The Tyrone before her was a stark departure from the
one who had left earlier.
His face bore several bruises, his hair was disheveled, his collar askew, his tie hung loosely over his chest and his suit was
riddled with wrinkles, appearing utterly disheveled
“Tyrone, you... Were you in a fight?” Sabrina placed her book aside and gracefully rose from the sofa.
Tyrone stood motionless, his gaze locked onto Sabrina, a tumultuous storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

As he remained silent, Sabrina cautiously took a step closer, tilting her head, and inquired, “What’s the matter? Why are you
staring at me like that?”
Without a word, Tyrone closed the distance and enveloped her in a tender embrace. His head nestled against her neck, eyes
tightly shut as he spoke in a raspy tone.
“Sabrina...”