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“She’ll know. Honey, what is the name of the song this is playing? You know I can’t remember the names like you can.” Even though it physically hurt her stomach to have to listen and identify the tune, Melody plastered a smile on her face for the sake of the customers and approached. They were trying to choose between a Nineteenth Century piece with a spinning ballerina and a slightly newer music box with a dancing butterfly. “This one plays Vivaldi’s Spring,” she said, pointing at the butterfly, “and the other one is Cannon in D by Pachelbel.” “Oh, isn’t that a Christmas song?” the woman asked, brushing long blonde hair over her shoulder.

After entrusting her little daughter to the pale Barbara, she went forward. "Mom—" Melanie suddenly covered her ears. Her humming grew louder. Her body moved back and forth to match the rhythm. Barbara's throat grew dry. Her eyes were getting wetter. "Why is she like this? Does she not know us anymore?" Melanie suddenly gasped. Her eyes fluttered to check her hearing. "Barbara?" Slowly, she moved her hands away from her ears. Her body turned to face backwards. When she saw Barbara from between Frank and Kara, her doubt turned into tears. "Barbara, are you feeling better, Darling?"

With one arm hugging tight embrace around the bear, she uses her free arm to hold onto me. For the first time since I was overseas and sang Melanie to sleep, I starting singing to Abbigail. I chose the song "I won't let go," by Rascal Flatts. "It's like a storm That cuts a path It's breaks your will It feels like that,"I sing in a soothing voice and Abbigail lets out a calming breath. "You think you're lost But your not lost on your own You're not alone "I will stand by you I will help you through

A soft soul melody floated through the ballroom, warm and romantic, carrying the timeless charm of 'Can I Call You Rose? ~ “Can I call you Rose? Cause you're sweet like a flower in bloom Can I call you Rose? Cause your fragrance takes over the room, darling.” ~ Silas was the last person anyone expected to be sentimental, yet he chose such a soulful song. The melody deepened until it became the only thing Noelle could hear. The chatter faded. The diamond caught the spotlight, scattering tiny flashes of light between them, almost as if it were calling to her. For a moment, the ballroom no longer existed.

Carmela felt a surge of hope in her chest, a quiet, comforting realization that maybe, just maybe, they were finding their way back to each other. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a soft golden light over the garden, Martin walked over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Carmela looked up at him, and in that small gesture, she felt everything he hadn’t said out loud. This was his way of telling her that he was here now, that he wanted to be a part of their lives, and that this—this parade, this festival—was only the beginning. Her heart warmed as she returned his gaze, silently acknowledging the second chance they were all being given. A cha

Melanie pays the driver, then crosses the street breathing once more to relax her nervousness. She walks to the door and runs across a fierce security guard whose authoritative presence makes her feel momentarily small. But he lets her in when she says her name. Her name just felt like a key unlocking a new experience. Inside, the atmosphere is incredible. Moving is challenging while the crowd grows and the music blasts all around her. She searches the room for Caleb and notes she arrived early so she then walks towards the bar. The bar is a chic haven among the chaos created by a polished black granite lighted by soothing LED lights.

They were now sitting on stools, and each of them had an acoustic propped on their thigh, on which he played a soft melody, which was immediately followed by the entire string quartet, including Chad, who played bass. And after a few bars, Tate's angelic voice joins in: “I'm clinging to the white balloons rising to the heavens of doom. Say you see them." I recognized the song instantly. It was White Balloons by Sick Puppies and I knew she loved it. Especially because of the damn lyrics. She always told me it reminded her of the two of us. The song continued and my heart beat faster and faster. "Because what's inside of me is hidden to most... even in plain sight," Tate sang softly as she loo

I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I couldn't help it. I had loved him, after all. And watching someone you once loved betray you right in front of your face hurts like hell. I told myself to forget it and just endure a little longer. This would be the last time I ever let him make me feel this way. Thank God I got to live again. Thank God I had the chance to stay away from trash like him. Later that night, Byron stood behind me in the room and said, "Bethany, once we get to Centraford, you and Lisa should switch identities."