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.

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

sobs, he questioned Ariana, “Does Daddy not want

devastated. 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

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

at a loss for words. Thoughts of Theodore weighed her

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

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

out, and he

Melon to bed, Ariana found herself alone in

daze on the couch, she felt the emotions she’d worked

mouth to stifle her sobs as her body shook uncontrollably. Sliding

into sharp thorns, each thought pricking at

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