Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.
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.
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.