The moment Ariana saw the landline phone in Melon’s hand, her heart skipped a beat. Realization washed over her. Her son had discovered something amiss, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

As she had feared, Melon broke into tears upon seeing her.

“Mommy, you lied to me. You gave me a fake number,” he accused.

Ariana found herself unable to speak. She opened her mouth, but her throat felt parched and constricted. An unspoken bitterness lingered there.

The number wasn’t fake; it had simply been disconnected.

And the man who once owned that number, Melon’s father, had indeed been real.

Tears streaming down his face, Melon gasped for breath, looking utterly heartbroken.

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connect, he’d sensed that something was wrong. Choking back sobs, he questioned Ariana,

age and had never broken down like this before. Pulling him into a comforting embrace, she took a moment to compose herself. Finally, her voice quivering, she assured him, “Daddy does want you,

clinging to Ariana, Melon managed to ask through hiccups, “Then why hasn’t he come back? Why doesn’t he

at a loss for words. Thoughts of Theodore weighed her down Like a massive boulder, making it difficult

she fought to suppress a torrent of emotions that

promises you, Daddy does want you. He’ll call you very soon, alright?” Ariana managed to say,

tears flowed unabated. Finally, exhaustion won out, and he fell asleep

to bed, Ariana found herself alone in the dark

felt the emotions she’d

mouth to stifle her sobs as her body shook uncontrollably. Sliding off the couch onto

of her time with Theodore morphed into sharp thorns, each thought pricking at her heart and causing such agony that even breathing became a

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