"I only remembered a month or so ago." Melody responded as a way of an explanation. She certainly hadn't remembered when she stood in his bedroom pleading and crying for answers that never came. It was only after a particularly depressing refusal of his advances that she remembered the closet and the chaos that followed. And by then he had already returned to not speaking to her. What was she supposed to do? Obviously, approaching him about the events of that night had never gone well before. Why would it have been different then?

She looked from him to the wall opposite the doorway. "You left me in the dark, Ben. I didn't know what was wrong but I knew something was and you just ... " Melody broke off, not wishing to continue playing the blame game they seemed to always resort to. Instead, she paused for a moment to recollect herself before continuing, "by the time I remembered we had already returned to the way we were before Nora was born. I didn't know how to tell you that I knew."

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