Not The Same Man

Melody paced in the living room of Allan’s condo, switching between wringing her hands and raking them through her hair. Her nerves were shot and her patience was worn. If she had to watch her brother sit against the glass wall looking out at the Hudson River as he clutched onto a piece of paper like it was a lifeline one more day she was going to break the glass and push him out!

It had been two weeks since Matthew forced him back to the States. Two weeks of him sitting in the same spot only leaving it to use the bathroom. Two weeks of him looking out at that damn river like it was some sort of world wonder. He didn’t use another part of his condo, and if Melody hadn’t made it a point to cook and force the food down his throat, he would have starved to death.

She had left her comfortable home to sleep on her big brother’s couch so she could watch him every single minute of the day because she was afraid he might finally kill himself.

Mel