ログインMelody‘s Perspective
“Mommy?”
I paused. The little voice sounded so much like Church’s. At first, I thought I was imagining things.
Keal‘s PerspectiveI came home late after a long day and made my way to my bedroom. Melody was already home. I’d seen her coat on the hanger downstairs.I figured she was in the kitchen maybe, having dinner. I highly doubted she’d ever make me dinner again. Not after the basil incident. That had been partly my fault, of course. I should have told her I was allergic to basil. Water under the bridge.Maybe she was eating alone? I didn’t like that thought. So my plan was to get changed quickly and then head down to the kitche
Melody’s POVThe door shut with a heavy slam.“Well I for one am glad to see her go,” the nurse said with a wry smile. Then she patted Sophia’s wrist. “All better now.”The nurse got up and left.“Why was she so mean?” Sophia asked, her voice small. Margaret and her threats had visibly upset the poor girl. I felt awful that I’d exposed them to my vile ex mother in law.
Meldoy’s Perspective“Church, no,” I called out.But it was too late. Church had removed the IV in Sophia’s hand with one good, hard tug. He seemed surprised that it had come out that easily. He stood at the bedside, the loose IV in his hand. It dripped onto the floor.Sophia’s face instantly changed. Her sweet little eyes scrunched up into a contorted look of pain. The IV was giving her pain relief medicine. Without it, the pain of the cancer was immediate.
Melody‘s Perspective“Mommy?”I paused. The little voice sounded so much like Church’s. At first, I thought I was imagining things.But then he said it again. This time it was unmistakable. It was Church’s voice. And it was coming from behind me.I was at the receptionist counter, paying off Cody’s medical bills. Cody hadn’t been exaggerating. He owed a lot to the hospital. I didn’t mean one bit thou
Melody‘s PerspectiveI pushed Dorian away from me, disgusted. He smirked.“Don’t do that,” I hissed at him. Then I turned to the bank manager. “Use my card, please.”The manager handed Dorian back his card.“I was just trying to be nice,” he said, his voice flat. “But if you won’t accept the resort, then perhaps you’ll accept a dinner invitation?”
Melody‘s Perspective“How dare you?” Vivienne glared at me. “Do you have any idea who I am?”Of course I knew who she was. That’s what made the whole thing so funny. Vivienne, on the other hand, had no idea who I was. Cody stood behind me, a steady, protective presence.Just then, an ostentatious sports car pulled up to the curb. We could all see it through the floor to ceiling windows. The owner parked half on the curb, half on the street.
Melody‘s POVI woke up the next morning feeling groggy. My mouth was dry
Melody’s POVOne week later, and the plan was in motion. I was going to move into Keal’s mansion. He was set to pick me up that night at 8’ o’clock sharp.I was just coming home after a long day of work. My meeting with Keal had left me with a flurry of complex emotions. I was proud, but also a lit
Melody’s POVKeal’s arm was wrapped firmly around my waist. Given the conversation that Isabella and I had just had, I expected there to be tension. Braci
Melody's POVAt the bar, Isabella perched herself on a barstool and crossed her legs. I was reeling with satisfaction over Eleanor's embarrassment. Isabella ordered t







