Getting There

Melody was buckling David’s car seat into the back of a limo. Something she never expected to do. But here she was doing this while the others assisted the driver to pack their things into the trunk. Lucky once David was asleep, nothing short of world war three would wake him. So, he slept through all her efforts. She cursed herself and Malcolm for this. She’d left herself open for this. But why Malcolm thought it was smart to blackmail her with taking their son from her, she didn’t understand. Was he trying to keep her close for some kind of sick revenge? He kept saying they weren’t finished. Didn’t he have a track record for one-night stands and very short relationships? Melody didn’t get it. Why did he insist on Ellie going with them? Nothing was adding up. It turned everything she knew and believed on its head.

Ellie entered the limo from the other door. “Need any help?”

“No, this is done.”

“Good. They are still packing the trunk. I don’t know what’s go