Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Why?”
“ALL shall be revealed in due time.”
Sabrina approached Denzel, exchanged pleasantries and turned her attention to the police. “Sir, I made the call to the police.”
The nature of the conversation between the police and Denzel remained concealed from onlookers and a waiter standing beside
Denzel received a discreet instruction to proceed in a specific direction
As the waiter drew nearer, Galilea couldn’t shake a foreboding sense of unease.
Glancing past the waiter, her eyes locked with those of one of the policemen. The intensity in their gaze didn’t suggest a mere
summons for testimony. It bore the weight of a potential arrest.
Shocked by Sabrina’s involvement with the police, Galilea wondered if Sabrina had summoned them.
Wasn’t Sabrina afraid that she wouldn’t testify?
When the waiter reached Galilea, he addressed her in a hushed tone, right in front of the assembled crowd. “Ms. Clifford, two
police officers wish to speak with you. Please cooperate.”
With a pallor creeping over her face, Galilea clutched Tyrone’s sleeve, her voice trembling as she implored, “What’s this for?”
“ALL will become clear soon,” the waiter responded with Lowered eyes.
Gazing at Tyrone, who remained silent, Galilea nibbled her lower Lip and followed the waiter’s lead.
The journey was but a few strides, yet every eye in the vicinity was trained upon her. Some onlookers jeered, while others
observed the unfolding drama. Galilea, however, felt nothing but torment.
Outwardly composed, Galilea approached the police officers and inquired, “Sir, how may I assist you?”
One of the policemen presented his identification and solemnly stated, “Are you Galilea? You are presently implicated in a
criminal investigation. Kindly accompany us to facilitate our inquiries.”
The law enforcement officers escorted Galilea away and Sabrina too chose to depart from the scene.
Within the hall, a cacophony of voices reverberated through the air, punctuated by furtive glances cast in Tyrone’s direction.

With Denzel’s assistance, the atmosphere in the hall was reinvigorated with liveliness.
Tyrone courteously uttered, “Excuse me,” to the gentleman beside him before making his exit.
Sabrina, after presenting her evidence and rendering her statement, emerged from the interrogation room to find that the clock
had already struck ten in the evening.
Sauntering toward Bettie, who patiently awaited her in the hallway, Sabrina softly murmured, “Shall we depart?”
“Are you all right?” Concern laced Bettie’s inquiry as she stowed away her phone.