Melody POV

The night soon ended and morning came. It was another Monday morning which means work. After Giovanni dropped me at the front of the motel, he left without a word. When I got to my room, I sat on the ground in one corner of the room and burst into tears. I had no idea that Giovanni was suffering more than I was. I was quick to judge him. I didn't even know how he survived the gunshot and fire that night. I just cared about my pains.

Selfish.

I didn't know how but I had fallen asleep on the cold ground with a blanket around me. I...