Whispers in the Tomb: contos, #1

By jessica diogo

Discover the emotional journey of Melody, a young woman who finds solace and strength at her mother's grave. Despite the pain of losing her mother at a young age, Melody finds love, faces betrayal, and ultimately discovers her inner strength.

In the quiet of the cemetery, Melody pours out her heart to her mother, finding comfort in her presence. Her visits become a ritual, a sanctuary where she can confront her feelings of loss and loneliness.

As the years pass, Melody builds a life for herself, finding love with Cameron and forming a new family. But when betrayal shatters her world, she is faced with a difficult decision. Through tears and uncertainty, Melody learns to forgive, to let go of the past, and to embrace the future.

In a poignant moment of realization at her mother's grave, Melody finds the courage to confront her own desires and fears. With Cameron by her side, she embarks on a journey of healing and self-discovery.

From the depths of despair to the heights of hope, Melody's story is a testament to the power of love, forgiveness, and the resilience of the human spirit. Join her on a journey of heartache and redemption, where every moment is a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there is always light.

• Language: English
• Publisher: jessica diogo
• Release date: Apr 16, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224151097

jessica diogo

Ricardo Almeida is a writer and journalist, graduated in the Brazilian city of João Pessoa in 2007. He specializes in investigative journalism. In addition to his journalistic work, he is a speaker and writer. It shares its knowledge at conferences, workshops and publications, with the aim of disseminating information about society. Your commitment is to help others achieve a balanced and meaningful life.

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Whispers in the Tomb

Whispers in the Tomb

Melody often visited the cemetery. Here in the silence and tranquility, she could

entrust all her thoughts and feelings, sitting by her mother's grave. The girl would talk

and talk about something, gazing into the distance, and it seemed to lighten her burden.

It was as if her mother heard her, invisibly protecting, comforting and giving her strength.

Her mother passed away when Melody was just ten years old. It was hard for the little

girl to bear this loss. Even now, in her twenties, Melody carried that pain in her soul. Only

when she came to her mother's grave did she find solace. Melody would come to the cemetery,

once a month, even in winter. Her father knew about it. At first he would scold her, fearing

for her emotional well-being. But then he realized that such visits didn't seem to

cause any harm. He calmed down. Her father, in general, quickly moved on after her mother's

death. Within a year, he remarried. At first, Melody didn't accept this new woman, but

then her heart which had endured so much warm to Mabel. She even tried to call her mom.

She didn't understand why. Only Mabel halted this timid attempt.

What do you mean, mom? She said sternly. My name is Mabel. And Melody, looking into her

frightened eyes, nodded in agreement. Indeed, why would she be her mom? She only had one

mother. Then she cried and apologized to her mother at the grave, as if for betrayal. Around

her there was silence, the autumn sun gently shining, and then a maple leaf appeared out

of nowhere, falling softly onto her head, as if caressing her, as if her mother had touched

her. The girl understood that her mother forgave her, or maybe she wasn't even upset.

Many years have passed since then. After school, Melody graduated from an economics university

and got a job at a trading company. There she met her future husband, Cameron, who worked

in the planning department. Things quickly fell into place for them, and soon Cameron

proposed to Melody. The first person she shared this joy with was her mother.

On that summer Sunday, Melody sat by the grave, telling her mother about her upcoming marriage.

Of course no one replied, but Melody didn't expect any sign.

Okay, mom, I'll go now, she said with a smile. Forgive me for coming to you less and less

often, so much to do. Don't be angry, my dear, next time I'll definitely bring Cameron with

me. You'll see how wonderful he is. And suddenly nearby a magpie chirped sharply,

Melody even flinched at the sound. She looked around, and it seemed as if the bird had been

waiting for this moment. It flew off a branch and swooped over the girl's head with a

rustle. Darn it, Melody smiled, attaching no importance to this sign. At home she told

her father and Mabel about her upcoming marriage.

Where will you live? Stepmother asked. No, Melody, don't take it the wrong way, but we

only have a two-bedroom apartment. We'll find a place. Melody's father roll through

a meaningful glance at his wife. Cameron is renting an apartment now, I'll move in with

him, and then we'll get a mortgage. Melody replied. But that's such a responsibility,

Mabel exclaimed. How will you manage?

We'll manage, Melody affirmed. And we'll help, her father decisively nodded.

We'll help, Mabel agreed.

Melody just smiled. Over the years that Mabel had lived with them, she had grown accustomed

to her, and didn't even take offense at her sharp remarks and words with undertones. Essentially,

her stepmother was a decent woman and in some ways unhappy. After all, she never managed

to have her own child. She treated Melody fairly well, perhaps even regretting the phrase she

once said about her mom. But this topic was never brought up again, so for Melody, she

remained just Mabel, her father's wife. She got along well with her dad, thank goodness.

And the wedding? Mabel suddenly remembered. We'll need to order a dress, choose a restaurant,

find a host, photographer. Oh, there's so much to do. Cameron and I decided to keep

it simple, just sign the papers, that's all. Melody shrugged. Why all these expenses?

I understand but a wedding is an expensive affair, but such a day should be special. Her

father murmured. Melody shook her head and didn't reply. Of course, like any girl, she

wanted a dress, a restaurant, and flowers. But Cameron convinced her that all of that

was unnecessary. They needed money for the mortgage now. Less than a month later, Melody

and Cameron got married. Cameron was a wonderful groom. He was handsome, always polite and

attentive, and he wasn't lacking in intelligence. Moreover, he held a good position. Melody,

on the other hand, was stuck in the economics department as a mere accountant, while Cameron

was destined to become the head of the planning department in the near future. Melody and Cameron

registered their marriage at the city hall, and yet Mabel and Rowell came to congratulate

them. They insisted on going to a restaurant where they had already reserved a table. The

newlyweds had nothing else to do, so they agreed. And in the restaurant, Rowell brought

up the topic of the mortgage. He asked how much they needed for the down payment, then

handed them an envelope. This is from us, he said, a little embarrassed. Decide where

to spend it yourselves, on the down payment, or on your own needs. Well, it's our wedding

gift to you. Thank you, Daddy, exclaimed Melody, then immediately

looked embarrassed. But why? I know you have a small pension. We could manage on our own.

Father knows best. Take it, Rowell said firmly, looking at his son-in-law. And you, Cameron,

listen. Don't hurt my daughter. She's my only one. I won't forgive you if