1944 – Belgium
Another week had passed, a week where Melanie and Lewis tried to find as much time apart as they could. While inside the hospital, they had to live with the stares that they would give each other, and Melanie couldn’t help herself, but to smile much more than she had used to in a very long time. Once she was done doing her rounds, Lewis waved at her to come over. Melanie looked over, seeing that her father had stepped outside, and smiled wide, as she almost ran over to him. Lewis grabbed her hand without a second thought, his thumb slowly rubbing over her knuckles, as he smiled wide at her.
“Can you get away tonight?” He asked her, making Melanie frown, since she had no idea what he was talking about.
“Why?” She asked Lewis, who just grinned even wider at her.
“I have a
