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

moment 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

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 ask through hiccups, “Then why hasn’t he

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

and she fought to suppress a

very soon, alright?” Ariana managed to say, her voice tinged with

Finally, exhaustion won out, and he

found herself alone

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

her body shook uncontrollably. Sliding off the couch onto the floor, she gave in

each thought pricking at her heart and causing such agony that even

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