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, “Does Daddy not want me? Did you lie to protect me

Pulling him into a comforting embrace, she took a moment to compose herself. Finally, her

“Then why hasn’t he come back? Why doesn’t he

Theodore weighed her down Like

as tears began to well up, and she fought to

does want you. He’ll call you very soon, alright?”

her reassurances, Melon’s tears flowed unabated. Finally, exhaustion won out, and he fell asleep in her arms, his cheeks

putting Melon to bed, Ariana found herself alone in

in a daze on the couch, she felt the emotions she’d worked so hard to suppress come

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

time with Theodore morphed into sharp thorns, each thought pricking at her heart and

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