Melanie.
Los Angeles.
Saturday. September 20th.
A few weeks later…
Malachi and I are in a fancy restaurant having dinner. We're laughing at his joke.
We've grown closer, these past few weeks and I can't explain my joy.
"Billy's left the States." Malachi announces, quietly.
I raise my eyes to him, watching as he easily drinks his wine. He seems unaffected by what he's just said. I lower my eyes for a second and absently pick my food. I don't know how I feel about this news. Actually I didn't expect to discuss them.
When I asked him to give us a second chance that night, I wasn't sure he would accept me. I only hoped he accepted my request.
Knowing Malachi had been the man my family had wanted for me had only made me more eager to start a life with him. And when he had accepted, I had been overjoyed.
