Melody

I sat on the porch, watching as trees swayed in the wind on the far end of our compound. I was feeling nauseous after taking lunch and decided to get out and enjoy fresh air, hoping it would help. Draven had refused to go to the office, insisting that I wasn't okay. When I refused to go see the doctor, he suggested I talk to his mother instead. Needing answers of my own too, I agreed.

I didn't know what exactly was wrong with me, but deep down I knew it wasn't something that needed a doctor's examination. I leaned on the Valentina rocking chair and closed my eyes...