MELODY
The pungent scent of fresh ink and paper filled my nostrils as I stepped out of the quaint Parisian bookstore, cradling a brand-new book by my favorite author, B.C. Davenport. The warm sunlight bathed my face as I stroked the front cover fondly, my thoughts drifting to Lottie and Charlie, Ben and Waverly’s children. It had been years since we last spoke, but I still missed them from time to time.
“Who else would Ben Davenport love ‘for a long, long time’?” I mused aloud, my fingers tracing the dedication page. The words evoked a bittersweet pang of nostalgia, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was meant for Waverly Davenport, Ben’s wife. Even though their names were never mentioned, something about the language struck me as familiar - the delicate phrasing reminiscent of lyr
