Marco’s POV
The Day After Christmas
Marco adjusted his jacket as he walked up to Melody’s front door. The cold air nipped at his face, but he barely noticed. His mind was on his kids, ready to spend the next week with him. He had made sure their game systems and tablets were already at his place, so all they needed to bring were any extra toys they wanted and a few clothes.
The door opened before he even knocked, and Melody stood there, arms crossed but polite. “Good morning, Marco.”
“Morning, Mel,” he said with a small nod. “Are the kids ready?”
“Yeah, they’re coming,” she said, but as he stepped forward to enter, she blocked his path.
He frowned. “So I’m not invited in anymore?”
Melody exhaled, shaking her head. “It’s not like that. But last time you were in here, it wasn’t a goo
