33.
JOSH.
I woke up that morning, I couldn’t feel Elody against me, she was still in bed, but curled up on the far side of the bed, she was distant with me now. I knew that was my fault, I shouldn’t have asked if she was f*****g Brody. I knew her, I knew him, there was no way. And the Melody thing? I felt f*****g stupid about that. Especially since I found her. I knew I had. Layla.
She had been living in her van and travelling for years, like she was on the run. And I felt like I could see it in her too. The short wavy hair, that was Melody, granted her hair was a light brown back when I saw her in the flesh, but I could tell Layla’s hair was bleached and outgrown, with the brown regrowth that was the colour of Melodys hair, all girls dye their hair, especially if they want a disguise.
