The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody rubbed her temples as she sat on the sofa. She felt drained, and she was just about to close her eyes for a moment's rest when her phone buzzed with a message. Thinking it was a reply from Lucas, she opened her eyes slowly and picked up the phone.

[Hey, Melody. Have you slept?] The message was from Sherman, rather than Lucas.

She typed back in a neutral reply. [Not yet, but soon. Thanks for sending me back today.] [You're welcome. We should keep in touch. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.]

Melody stared at the phone for a while and sent a polite emoji in response before setting it aside.

She was not naive. Sherman's attitude toward her during their encounter felt like more than just friendly nostalgia. Alas, she was in no position to reciprocate.

All of a sudden, the sound of a car engine resonated through the silent night. Melody got up and walked toward the balcony.

had returned, and she wondered if he had seen her message. Beatrice was still waiting downstairs, and she already knew that the old lady was going to ask him some questions. Worried

it would be better for them to just wait

day's events, Lucas entered the house and headed upstairs after

out from the living room. "Why

up, Grandma?" Lucas asked and turned to look at the old

a whiff of unfamiliar perfume reached her nose. That scent

the study. We need to talk," Beatrice said as she walked toward

it for

said firmly. "Melody is