WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

While Melody was talking about how Kevin challenged her about pursuing Lyrical, a harsh knock on the door startled all three of them.

They had taken the utmost precaution to make sure no one knows they were meeting at this motel room. 

"If somebody's at the door, that only means one thing. One of us had a trail." Melody warned in a low voice.

Edwina was habituated with such situations. Being Melody's friend had its perks and cons. In her case, it had always been the latter. At one point, Melody getting into trouble had become like her routine life. 

Fistfighting in Melody's dictionary meant fist-bumping. Breaking somebody's bone, smashing a bottle on someone's head meant bursting fire-crackers. The only time Melody did not have a scratch on her body was when Edwina's mother was at home and Melody was busy spending the entire time getting pampered by her or maybe she was looking after Edwina when she was sick.