Melanie.
Present day.
It's way past midnight and I've been telling my story. Telling how Regan and I are connected. Malachi has being listening. I can't look at his face as we sit upright, our heads against the head board. We're close to each other and naked, but we don't touch. He's a good listener.
"He never came." I continue. The pain is raw, and still fresh like it was yesterday. "When Defranchez asked me to fill the form, so that I could get my legal papers and I would be able to go out of the States to any country of my choice, I had three name options to choose from. I chose Melanie, because I felt it was convenient. I chose to remain in the States, because I wanted him to find me as he promised. I was asked to wait for 24 hours, so I could…"
"Get approval from the boss." Malachi finally speaks, finishing my thoughts.
I turn sharply, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Yeah…So I could get approval from the boss." I eye him, surprised that he knew about that.
