I wasn't sure if I heard that right—but my brain twitched like someone had just plugged a wire into it and turned the voltage up.
Mel paced the living room like she owned it. Her heels clicked on the floor, her eyes narrowing, scanning every corner like she was searching for something—or someone. Then, without warning, she took off her sunglasses.
"You know," I said, stepping forward, "I really don’t understand why you’d come into my house, uninvited, and start calling me names. You rang the bell, I opened the door, and now here you are… throwing around the word shameless like you own the place. Do I even know you?”
“Oh, of course you wouldn’t know me,” she said, her voice cracking as she tried to sound calm. “But I know you. And yeah—shameless is exactly what you are. The moment I saw
