Melanie's PoV
The laughter of children playing in the snow reaches me as we devour our second helping of the heavenly pie.
"Melanie, are you listening?" Sarah's voice pulls me from my reverie.
"Sorry, yes, I'm here," I murmur, tearing my gaze away from the window to meet her concerned eyes.
"Evergreen hasn't changed much, but it seems you have," she says softly, her words stirring the embers of loss within me and I nod, acknowledging the truth in her observation. My heart feels heavy, weighted down by grief and the pressing need to unravel the enigma that is Morgan Foster.
"Speaking of different," I venture cautiously, "what about him?" My voice is hesitant, unsure if I want the answer.
"Who?" Sarah asked with a frown, clearly not understanding who I was talking about.
