The Italian's Proposal

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Timothy

Timothy was on his way to Melody's parents' house; it was the only place he hadn't looked for. He had called her countless times on her cell phone, wasting time dialing, knowing she wasn't going to answer.

She was tired of him and his attitude and he knew it.

"Sir," it was Clark, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't realized they were already in front of Melody's parents' house.

The detective had done the job right.

She was there, she hasn't been out all afternoon, not even to the porch.

"Shall I wait for you or come back for you later?" he didn't know what the answer to that question would be either.

"Wait for me," how about Melody refused to see him, she had her reasons. He screwed up big time. And Equilay Thompson's Bahamas account confirmed it. He has been stupid, blinded by Gia's infidelity and betrayal, he judged Melody without listening to her.

Now she was gone.

An innocent in a world full of bullets in the air.

She was hit by one, and unfortunately, Timothy was the one who pulled the trigger and sentenced.

"No," he regretted. "Go. I'll call you when we're done." He wasn't going to leave without her.

He always had been known for being a confident man, but at that moment, with the documents the detective handed him half an hour earlier, he didn't even know how to walk safely and calmly.

Regret and guilt were two things he never felt before, at least not to this magnitude.

He called Hamlet, asking for Devina's number, which his cousin didn't like, as he knew they didn't get along, but in the end, Timothy was forced to confess that he screwed up big time.

Big and deep.

"Did you find her yet?" was the first thing she said when Hamlet put her on the phone.

"No. But you were right."

"I usually am," he imagined her smiling complacently, she was tremendous, that woman.

"I don't know what to do."

Admitting it hadn't cost him as much as he imagined.

The truth was, if he was responsible for hurting Melody, it was appropriate to be just as responsible for apologizing and begging for her forgiveness.

He did not see himself as a man who would kneel before anyone, but neither did he see himself as one who would mistreat and hurt.

The last one already did.

It cost him nothing to kneel if necessary.

"The first thing is to talk to her, go over to her and tell her that you know she wasn't the one who stole the money," she told him after a while with the line silent.

"You make it too easy; don't you remember how she beat you up for thinking I sent you?" she didn't want to imagine what it would do to him if he didn't tread lightly.

"It's not that I forgot, it's that she acted out of how we conditioned her. I realize this now."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Devina seemed to have all the time in the world, whereas he, needed to figure everything out now. He was a pragmatic man of action, not one to make a mess and walk away without sorting it out.