CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE 

MELISSA

It was a dream!

Unbelievable! 

For the first time in years, I wanted to scream happily. I folded my lips, and dashed to my bed, grabbing the pillow, and screaming into it. 

While Hazel was being dragged away, I tried my best to hide my smile. She’d looked so helpless. How did this magic happen? I’d tried so many ways, but those ‘many ways’ had been flushed down the drain along with all my efforts. Then, one morning, boom, my prayer was effective, and Hazel was ushered away like some homeless goat. 

But then, the sweetest part was the buildup. Seeing Darius treat her like he treated...