Eighty Two

Melody's POV:

As expected, dad hadn't taken the news as easy as Amelia had. At first, judging from his expression, I knew he didn't believe me. Thankfully, I had Amelia by my side.

"Melody, this isn't some kind of joke." He had said, looking between me and Amelia.

"It isn't, dad." I had told him. "I do remember everything."

I had told him about my flashbacks just like I told Amelia. He had been surprised. I knew it would be harder confessing this to him than anybody else. But when he had given me a relieved hug, everything had been worth it.

Thankfully, none of us talked about my mother. I was trying my best to forget her. Saying that I didn't miss her would be wrong. I did miss her so much. And I knew this wasn't her fault.

But I didn't want to face her above all of this. And I think dad felt the same way.

"Things could've been worse." Amelia said before sitting down on my bed, beside me.

I tried not thinking what worse could be for now.

"So, what are you wearing for the concert toni