"What have you done to try?" She pressed. Ben made her promise to write to him — a promise she had fulfilled — and his letters soon dried up. "I'm genuinely asking, Ben, because maybe I'm just blind. Maybe I haven't noticed the effort made. Maybe I slept through a conversation about my husband possibly dying in a duel. What have you done to try like you said you would?"

Her stomach was rolling again now, bile was high up in her throat. But, if she threw up all over the floor maybe then he would understand she wasn't intentionally avoiding him. Melody wasn't staying in her room feeling miserable because she wanted to, but because she couldn't fucking move without vomiting.

"I didn't mean to confront you over the article like this — at all, really. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Her questions over it remained, but those couldn't be answered now. She wanted to have a conversation about it initially, it was why she took the fucking potion in the first place so that she might be rested enough to think properly. "What do you want from me, Ben?"