Melody sat in the chair in the corner of her room and watched the sun come up, heralding Christmas morning. Her eyes ached, and her head throbbed. She had cried until she could cry no more.
Why had she overreacted so badly? Why had she left her husband on Christmas Eve, when all he wanted to do was protect her? It wasn’t unreasonable for him to suggest that she postpone her tour, especially when he wouldn’t fully know all of the planning and preparation that went on months in advance prior to a tour.
She lifted her hand to cover her burning eyes and remembered the pain his whole body emanated six months after Angela’s death.
This… man… Richard, she would call him for lack of another name… wanted to kill her. Of that, she had no doubt. It didn’t take a computer engineer to figure that ou
