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.

L A ‘s L I B R A

the call failed to 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

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

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

weighed her down Like

eyes reddened as tears began to well up, and she fought to suppress a

you very soon, alright?” Ariana managed to say,

won out, and he fell asleep in

Ariana found herself alone in

felt the emotions she’d worked so hard to

She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs as her body shook uncontrollably. Sliding off the couch onto the floor, she gave in to

into sharp thorns, each thought pricking at her heart and causing such agony that even

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