Her future, it seemed, held more hardships.

Sabrina didn't wish for such a life.

She walked to the balcony on crutches, settling into a rocking chair to soak up some sun.

A notification appeared on her phone screen.

Bradley had sent her a message.

“Weren't you supposed to come over? It's the weekend. Why haven't you shown up yet?"

Only then did Sabrina recall the promise she'd made to Bradley.

"Apologies, I won't be able to make it. Please convey my regrets to your parents. I'll visit them another day when time allows."

“What happened? Work-related issues? Haven't seen you at the studio these past couple of days."

Sabrina replied, "It's a long story. I haven't been to the studio because last time I was there, a frame fell on me. My ankle's sprained and I'm recuperating at home."

Following a brief silence, Bradley initiated a Facetime call.

Upon answering, Bradley's face filled her screen, etched with worry.

“How are you holding up? Is it serious? Did you visit the hospital? What did the doctor say?"

"No need to worry. I've been to the hospital. The doctor assured me it's not too grave and some rest at home should set me right," Sabrina reassured him.

Then, she switched the camera to her injured ankle, noticeably swollen.

"You call this not serious? How did this happen?"

“Perhaps, I'm just down on luck," Sabrina remarked with a smile.

"I've been on holiday. My mom's visiting the temple. I could request her to pray for you."

"That would be wonderful." Sabrina switched the camera back to face her.

“Hey, where are you staying? If you can't come, why don't I visit you?

What do you want to eat? I can bring it along. May I?" Bradley suggested casually.

Sabrina and Bradley were childhood friends, reconnected only a year prior. Due to Bradley's demanding work schedule, they rarely caught up in private. They usually dined out or Sabrina visited his parents at their place. Bradley was mostly unaware of her life, besides the fact that she had been adopted by the Blakely family.

Considering Tyrone wasn't home, Sabrina saw no reason to deny Bradley's offer.

With a smile, she accepted. "Sure, do come over. I'1l text you the address. Call me when you're at the gate. Could you also get me cupcakes and some juice?"

“Are they along the way?"