Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina would prefer that Wanda know the truth and scold her. That way, she wouldn’t feel as guilty for keeping it from Wanda.
However, Wanda was getting older and couldn’t bear the blow.
Therefore, it was best to hide it from her.
After spending some time with Wanda and sharing lunch, they bid their farewells.
On their way home, Tyrone glanced in the rearview mirror at Sabrina.
“Don’t worry. Even if Wanda learns the truth later, she won’t blame you.”
“IT just... Well. Sabrina sighed, feeling the weight of her concealed truth.
It was true that Larry had something to do with her father’s death, but Cesar and Wanda didn’t know about it yet. Sabrina
struggled, not wanting to hurt those who had treated her as their own by exposing the truth to them, especially Wanda.
“It’s not your fault, Sabrina,” Tyrone reassured.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
“If someone can’t understand you and even blame you, it only shows they’re not on the same page. You can’t force closeness
with someone like that.”
Sabrina pursed her lips and remained silent. She knew Tyrone was right.
Yet, her childhood experiences had shaped her into someone who often sought to please others, particularly within her circle of
friends and family. With her relatives deceased and a distant relationship with Leroy and Claire, Wanda stood as her elder figure,
making Sabrina’s rapport with her immensely significant.
“What are you talking about?” Jennie interrupted, her curiosity piqued.
Tyrone smiled gently.
“Well, your aunt did something that may upset your great-grandma.”
Hearing this, Jennie snuggled into Sabrina’s arms and gazed up at the latter with her big eyes.

“Sabrina, don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. If my great-grandma is upset with you, I’ll help you smoothen her and make
things right.”
As Sabrina listened to Jennie’s innocent words of support and gazed at the latter’s delicate skin, she felt a sense of relief wash
over her. She affectionately pinched Jennie’s nose and expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Jennie. You’re a sweetheart.”
“Don’t mention it. That’s what I should do!”
Then, Jennie grinned and inquired casually, “I have to go to school tomorrow. Will you drive me there?”
“I’m sorry, Jennie. But I can’t. I have a flight to catch in the morning.”
Before Jennie could say anything, Tyrone asked, surprised, “You’re flying out? Where are you going?”
“Violetholt. I have to attend the photography competition’s award ceremony.”
Tyrone’s reaction was one of shock. He tightly clenched his teeth, his eyes fixed on the road, and his face devoid of any
expression.