Melinda jolted upright in bed-she had another dream. She’s been having these strange dreams of another couple’s life ever since she arrived in Paris, which she hated. They were almost always awful, like this last one was about a woman who hated her pregnancy because she thought it was going to be a ‘monster’. It actually ended happily for once, but she couldn't remember the child's name. “What was it's name...?”
The sun was still brightly shining in the sky in the middle of the afternoon. During her time in Paris Melinda had decided to take more of a... solitary grieving period. Everyone else seemed to have someone; Sylvie had Matthias, Theo had Mikel, and the adults were used to this kind of thing, but Melinda wasn't.
Melinda Corvinus was used to being on top of things, but in the last
