No No.

Her fingers trembled as she scrawled in hurried, slanted letters: "I am not Melody. My name is Melanie."

She held the notepad out with both hands, her breath uneven. The man- Cadence, read the message, his brows pulling into a deep frown. In the next second, he tossed the pad aside and sat down beside her.

"Now's not the time for jokes, Mel," he said sharply. "Who even is Melanie?"

Then, he leaned forward, his hand moving to cup her face as he said," Mel, baby. I know we parted on bad terms. But I still love you..."

Melanie shook her head slowly moving it away from his hand, eyes flicking toward the discarded notepad as she tried to get the person to understand. She tried to speak again, but only a dry rasp came out. Her throat burned and she knew she would not be able to say much so she pushed forward, reaching slightly toward the edge of the bed, hoping to get the pad back. But the moment she moved, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.