Had the events of the past two days not drained her in such an intense manner Melody might have had the thought to question why Ben was sitting on their rooftop. As it was, she blindly followed his voice towards the open window, pausing only as she figured out how to boost herself out. Later, perhaps once she figured out how to breathe without the ache of losing Lucy, she might question his affinity for rooftops.

Melody sat besides him in silence for several minutes, her arms wrapped tight around her filthy dress. He had to know what happened by her prolonged absence and her speechlessness, as she had no words, no way to explain. Lucy's son was motherless, left to a family of which Melody had no knowledge. How was this happening? How had Lucy gone from healthy to dead in the span of twenty four hours?

She turned her head to look at Ben with tear stained cheeks. "Lu -" Melody wasn't even able to finish her cousin's name without breaking down once more, only this time she leaned into him for support.