Melina still seemed perplexed by everything Joice had said about him. He seemed so strong to have gone through all of this. But perhaps that explained the way he behaved. She walked to the window, holding a glass of juice and thinking about what Joice had revealed to her. It wouldn't leave her mind. It was already morning, and her night had not been the best there.
She still felt dizzy. Melina remembered some bad parts of her childhood, with severe and sometimes unjust punishments, and some of her foster homes.
Melina seemed to understand his pain as a child, the hurt or even the way he wanted to punish himself for it. Nobody ever cared about her. Not even her father or mother. She even had a shitty marriage in her life.
Her life was completely different now, but she didn't want to ente
