Sebastian
I pick Melody up, holding her to me as I smell her hair. She's freshly washed, and it's smooth and silky, exactly how it would be if Beth had washed her on a Sunday.
The reminder of such a task being thrust upon me just makes me feel goddang awful, but I make no mention that Tina took it upon herself to do such a task when that should have been left up to me.
You've been next to useless!
"Whatcha painting?" I ask, walking to the table to peek at her painting, which is in bright, eye-catching colours.
"Us," she tells me as I note two figures holding hands. They both have downturned mouths, a sigh of unhappiness, my thumb running over the paper, tracing her depiction of... depression.
"Are they sad?" I ask.
She nods, not saying yes, but I see in her eyes that she's depict
