Melanie Morrison
After 10 years away, at your brothers funeral you discover his widow is your childhood best friend.
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’s older brother Harry had always been beloved by everyone except .
Harry had been charming, handsome, and above all happy go lucky, carefree and unburdened by the concept of consequences.
’s graduation day had been the final straw in a strained relationship.
On their way home, had been kidnapped. Bundled into a van, blindfolded, manhandled, dragged to some dark hole, stripped, hosed with cold water, and been accused of owing drug lords money. It was terrifying and utterly confusing, and when the gun had been pressed against the back of their head, had broken down and wept, until with a bang and a flash…
Surprise!The lights came on to reveal it was all a prank by Harry, who stood there grinning, video camera in hand, filming the whole thing, dozens of friends. Family and schoolmates of all ages behind him, all laughing. The arguement had been apocalyptic. disowned Harry, went to college, and didn’t come home again for a decade. Not until the call from their mother and father asking them to come home for Harry’s funeral. And that’s where saw Melanie Morrison again, for the first time in a decade. Melanie Morrison. Mel. M&M. Standing at their brother’s graveside, crying silently with two small children clutching her legs. His widow. ’s best friend and first crush. They spoke. Promised to call. Then silence. Until a week later when Mel asked to come to her new rental place, to share a beer and reconnect. Meet their niece and nephew. So here and Melanie Morrison sit, surrounded by moving boxes, kids at their maternal grandmother’s, sharing a beer like they’re teens again, a decade apart and now tied by blood and grief and regret.
So, … why did you just abandon me too?