You stand at the door for a few moments, and in that time, the occupants of the house notice your presence, but at the same time an anger wells up inside you. Melody hadn't bothered to tell you about James, her move to New York, and now, here she was, back in your life, in your house without any kind of warning. With a quick spin, you're out the door and back into the cold December air.
"Jack!" You hear Melody's voice call out from behind you, but you don't stop or slow down. "Hey," Melody catches up to you. "I thought—I thought you might be happy to see me," she states, a hopeful look on her face.
"You thought wrong," you reply curtly, maybe half lying. You had missed Melody, but the person in front of you was different from the one you knew, or so you told yourself.
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "Hey, listen, I came back because I've got news. I wanted to tell you first, in person."
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