I pressed play.
At first, it looked exactly like what I feared.
Mellie’s room, dimly lit by a night lamp. The timestamp in the corner read 2:14 a.m.
She was asleep, curled under her blanket.
And Oliver was there.
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I pressed play.
At first, it looked exactly like what I feared.
Mellie’s room, dimly lit by a night lamp. The timestamp in the corner read 2:14 a.m.
She was asleep, curled under her blanket.
And Oliver was there.
Continue reading on next page…