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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 663
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Chapter: 663

“No.”

Sabrina’s phone remained in the tent.

“Could she have gone to the bathroom in the woods?” the guide wondered aloud, while

the driver and others gathered around.

An elderly man offered comfort, saying, “Don’t worry. Let’s wait here a while. If she

doesn’t return in ten minutes, we’ll go Look for her.”

Raul joined the conversation, suggesting, “Her phone’s here. Perhaps she went to the

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bathroom and mistakenly returned to the wrong tent.”

His mind raced, convinced that the person who had taken Sabrina must have been a

member of their tourist group. He had counted everyone, after all. Sabrina must be hidden

in a tent by that person

The guide suggested, “Let’s look for her in the tents now. Maybe she’s simply in the wrong

one.”

Everyone began to help, searching the tents and shaking their heads in disappointment.

Raul kept his thoughts to himself, fearful of speaking.

Was Sabrina hidden in the forest?

Or had a stranger from a nearby town or another traveler taken her?

Minutes ticked by, and Sabrina hadn’t returned. If she’d just gone to the bathroom, she

would have been back by now.

“What should we do? How could she just vanish?” Bettie asked, anxiety etched on her

face.

“Could she have fallen on her way to the bathroom?” someone speculated.

The guide pondered for a moment before instructing, “Well, some of you rest while others

come with me to the forest to look for Sabrina.”

Along with the guide, the driver, an elderly man, and three young men volunteered to

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search, with Bettie tagging along.

Their search lasted more than half an hour, yielding no sign of Sabrina. It seemed

impossible for her to have wandered so far.

“How about calling the police?” Bettie, on the verge of tears, proposed.

The guide, feeling responsible for the tourists’ safety, agreed. “Then call the police.”

Just then, Bettie’s phone rang. It was Tyrone.

Bettie picked up, exclaiming anxiously, “Tyrone, Sabrina is missing!”

“T have her.” Tyrone’s voice came, restraining some emotion.

Bettie’s breath caught in relief. But then she frowned, asking, “What?”

“Listen first. Sabrina was drugged. Call the police now, and keep all the food she’s eaten.

Don’t worry. She’s safe with me.”