Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Approximately half an hour later, just as Galilea contemplated contacting Rowell, her phone rang.
The call emanated from the individual she had stationed to watch over the room.
Seeing it was his call, Galilea was met with surprise. She swiftly picked up the phone, inquiring, “What’s the matter? What’s
occurred?”
A hushed silence permeated the other end of the line before a voice finally broke through, “An ambulance arrived a short while
ago and they carried Rowell out.”
Galilea was confounded.
Had Rowell fainted after he and Sabrina engaged in sexual intercourse? It wasn’t entirely unheard of for a middle-aged man of
his stature to succumb to fainting spells after such sexual encounters.
Each sexual encounter with Rowell Left Galilea in agonizing distress, a searing pain etching its mark.
Contemplating that Sabrina just underwent a similar ordeal brought a perverse sense of satisfaction to Galilea.
“I took a closer look at Rowell and I noticed that his attire remained unscathed but his head bore an injury...”
Galilea’s response was one of shock. “What are you saying? Are you certain?”
“Absolutely.”
Galilea was left dumbfounded, struggling to articulate the maelstrom of emotions coursing through her.
A realization dawned upon Galilea, prompting her to inquire further, “Did you enter the room? The camera...”
“I did enter the room just moments ago. The memory card, however, has vanished.”
Galilea was jolted by this revelation, her silence echoing with disbelief. Frustration surged within her, leading her to pound the
steering wheel vehemently.
Rubbish!
A bunch of losers!

Rowell was naught but a swine!
No, he was even worse than that!
He was utterly inept!
Galilea had descended into a state of madness.
The memory card, she concluded, must have been pilfered by Sabrina. Recollection brought to mind the exchange she’d had
with Rowell after activating the camera.