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.

‘s L I B R A R

that something was wrong. Choking back sobs, he

Melon had always been mature for his 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,

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

a loss for words. Thoughts of Theodore weighed her down Like a massive

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

He’ll call you very soon, alright?” Ariana managed to say, her voice tinged

Melon’s tears flowed unabated. Finally, exhaustion won out,

found herself alone in

she’d worked so hard to suppress come flooding back with even greater

sobs as her body shook uncontrollably. Sliding

with Theodore morphed into sharp thorns, each thought pricking at her heart and causing such agony that

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