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I used to dream of having a family. A real family. Not a foster one that didn't give a dime about you unless the government paid them to. They could never pay someone to love you. Then I'd realized beggars can't be choosers. Any adopted family would have sufficed. If only there had been one. Then that gruesome accident happened when I was fourteen, and I'd just stopped dreaming. Then I was placed in Hope House Shelter - as ironic as the name might sound - trying to keep a job and maintain my humanity. Until I'd met Akram and Asha. They made the struggle tolerable. They filled this void in me that had never been filled before. They made me feel... enough. Now, after that recent revelation of my past, my old dream had become a warped, discolored picture. My shameless reality. The leftovers of a dream. A father with a questionable history. A man who had left his wife and daughter to face a dark fate all by themselves. And now what? He'd returned to stake his claim? As if I would forgive him for the past fifteen years? ****** Melody is safe for now, taking refuge in Akram's family home. Her father is alive and on the run. A criminal organization on the loose, chasing both of them. With Akmal and Laila in the picture, the FBI and Interpol involved, things seem under control, but for how long? Could there be more at stake? Could Melody and her father reunite one day? And most importantly, will fate grant Melody and Akram a happily ever after?
SURPRISE!!!
