Brock's Perspective:
Heather and I rushed into Mine and Melania's home, our hearts pounding with worry. Was Melania okay? What was causing her to cry and shake like this? As we entered Melania's bedroom, my heart shattered seeing her in such distress.
"I am so sorry guys, I don't know why I am crying," Melania apologized, tears streaming down her face.
I sat gently on the bed, my hand soothingly rubbing circles on her back before pulling her into a comforting hug. "Babe, what's wrong? Tell us what happened," I urged, my voice filled with concern.
Heather perched herself on a winged back blue chair in the room, her eyes reflecting her puzzlement at the situation. Melania's emotions were shifting rapidly now, anger flashing in her eyes as she recounted her harrowing experience.
"I can'
