Malachi.
Wednesday, June. One Month later…
It's been a month since Melanie last picked my calls. A month since I last saw her. Well I hadn't exactly seen her the last time we were in the house together, because I had been avoiding her presence. At least, I had seen traces of her around the house. Now, nothing.
On Wednesday, a month ago, I came home from work to an empty house. When I asked the staff that night, they informed me that she returned home briskly to grab her luggage and left. I had managed to keep my emotions in check and waited for the intelligence report on her whereabouts.
The reports came a week after she left. They weren't pretty. John couldn't even deliver the news to me verbally. He handed me the envelope and left me alone to find the answers myself. When I saw everything; the horrible truth, I had fallen sick. Puked everything I had eaten that day.
Melanie was with my arch enemy. She was with Regan.
