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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failed to connect, he’d sensed that something was wrong. Choking back sobs, he questioned Ariana, “Does Daddy not want me? Did you

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

hiccups, “Then

words. Thoughts of Theodore weighed her down Like a massive boulder, making

began to well up, and she fought to suppress a torrent of emotions that

He’ll call you very soon, alright?” Ariana managed to

flowed unabated. Finally, exhaustion won out, and he fell asleep in her arms, his

to bed, Ariana found herself alone in the dark living

the emotions she’d worked so

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

into sharp thorns, each thought pricking

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