Seventy Eight

Melody's POV:

"So, like I mentioned." I trailed off, looking at Mr Brown.

He raised his eyebrows at me. Probably waiting for me to go on. Surprisingly, he had been the one who got late this time. Stuck with family.

"And like you said...you'll think about it." I added, not breaking my gaze from him.

I was trying my best to give him small clues. Maybe he'll remember what I was getting at.

Which he did.

"I thought about it." He answered.

"You did?"

He nodded.

"And I think it won't be wise enough to carry out such a measure." He shrugged.

My hopeful expression fell into a frown.

"At least, not without your parent's consent." He added.

Which, if he asked, would be a simple refusal from dad. Dad clearly didn't want me to know. And it never helped. I always looked for more. More of my memory.

"That's not an option." I murmured.

Each day I got more curious, more frustrated. A part inside me felt scared of what must've happened before I woke up in the hospital. What was so rough that made them