It was nearing supper when Melody dared to venture from her room again. The persistent nausea resulted in a long afternoon of misery until she could stand the uncomfortable stickiness that came with being sick no longer. She summoned water for a bath and washed quickly, if only so she could go burrow under her blankets once more. Ben hadn't sought her out after his frustrated goodbye was said as she left the dining room, so she was under the impression they were in Paris all over again.

Unfortunately for Melody, the door to his bedroom was ajar, meaning she would have to risk seeing him on the walk back to her own sanctuary. She was determined not to look in, not to give in to the burning urge to say something to clue him into her confusion. But, the distinct sound of rustling stopped her dead in her tracks. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she recognized his suitcase on the bed.

His suitcase.

Ben was leaving.

Although she knew she shouldn't, Melody pushed the door open the rest of the way but remained firmly in the hallway. "You're leaving?" She asked quietly, both surprised and not at all by this turn of events.