Ben's reassurances did little to comfort her, not after all the jarring memories of arguing resurfaced. "Not enough. It's more just flashes than anything, some lasting longer than others." Melody answered nervously. The pieces she did remember were jumbled and out of chronological order or so she assumed. Surely, she hadn't taken that potion after discovering they were expecting Eleanora. Merlin, what if she had? But then where was that flat? Was that where he sometimes disappeared to when he was otherwise meant to be at work? Aldous was less than friendly towards her, perhaps he financed it?

Frowning, she took a small step back and dug her nails into the flesh of her upper arms. Was their marriage a farce, then? "We were in a flat and had a terrible disagreement, over a potion I took maybe? And it concluded with you wanting out. There were others too. Did we ever do anything other than argue? I mean, why marry me at all if we disliked each other so?"

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