That morning, before Arina arrived to speak with Rock, Ronnie heard the yelling between Melissa and Rock. She sat on the staircase as she often does when there’s a fight going on in the house and she could hear her mother crying in the living room.
Rock was angry with her but from what Melissa was saying, it didn’t seem like he had any right to be angry.
Ronnie was now 16 years old and not as naive as she once was; she understood what most of their arguments were about.
“You brought her into our home?! You f****d her in our bed. Do you have no shame?” Melissa cried.
“The same way I f****d you in the bed I shared with Emlin,” he yelled in return.
“Do you love her?” Melissa asked, her voice quivering.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rock hissed back. “You sound stupid.”
“I’m not the one f
