Chapter33

#Chapter33

Melody

Her mother turned away from her and poured the cup of hot chocolate, with a little cinnamon on top, just the way Melody liked to drink it.

/"You remembered to put cinnamon on it,/" she was being a wanton crybaby, from those soap operas.

/"Don’t be ridiculous. It’s been a week since you got the hell out of here. Not ten years,/" there were always ways to make her cry more.

She hid her face in her hands and burst into tears again. She felt like her head was going to explode and her chest couldn’t take any more pain.

Devina was right about something. She liked Timothy, she saw something different in him, a willingness to help a stranger without asking for anything in return, a genuine and sincere look. He condemned lies and hated to be betrayed.

/"Lydia! Lydia!/" the voice of Charles Redford flooded through the house, grabbing the attention of mother and daughter.