Melanie.
Friday. Next day.
It's 7:30 am and I'm already late for work. I woke up late, because I was up all night unable to sleep. My encounter with Lucinda had left me rattled last night.
I was scared of the media discovering about us. I was scared of Regan's father finding out about us. And I was scared of Malachi's reprisal attack again, if Lucinda reported this. Not like he isn't aware already, but I think it would be a slap on his face, if word gets out. But the last thing I need is any exposure for me, considering my past.
I reach the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee, sipping it, while I try to push my early appointments for later. As I step out to the living room, I glance at the tv and the news item there stuns me. The mug slips from my hand and shatters with a loud clank. Spilling on my outfit.
