Chapter XX: Melody
Liz drifts into slumber, her consciousness slipping into a peculiar dream. She finds herself standing inside a dimly lit building, its structure unfamiliar yet eerily comforting. As the walls shift and morph, the surroundings reshape into a familiar sight—Bennett's house.
A sense of nostalgia washes over her as she steps forward. The front door stands slightly ajar, inviting her in. As she approaches, a graceful melody reaches her ears, its notes weaving through the air like a whispered lullaby. She pushes the door open wider, revealing a warmly lit room.
Near a grand window, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, sits a figure at the piano. His fingers dance over the keys with effortless grace, producing a melody so tender it tugs at her heart. Liz's breath catches as
