A/N: Hey Guys. Wow, I was not expecting to get three reviews within the first hour and a half of posting chapter four. Give me a chance to finish the chapter first! Just kidding. You make me feel so loved. By the way, some questions about Madame Z will be answered…. Well, here's chapter five!

"I just… saw them there and thought they could use a little love."

"Thank you."

"Y-you're welcome. I have to go."

"Wait."

I turned to face him.

"What's your name?"

"Bella. Isabella Whitmore. And you?"

"Mark Cohen. Could you sing for me what you were singing before? I mean, it was really pretty."

"Uh, I can try. I'm not sure if I remember it. Melodies come and go for me all the time."

Yet I found it. And with words. My heart swelled as I sang.

"Your eyes,

As we said our goodbyes,
Can't get them out of my mind.

And I find

I can't hide

From your eyes."

The octaves were a little awkward with my mezzo-soprano voice, despite the fact my range was three octaves. In this key, it was a song written for a tenor.

Mark's expression and breathing were both ragged. A tear fell from his cheek.

"Thank you. Please, leave me alone."

The oddly placed clock tower chimed 5 o'clock. An hour to go see, talk to, and run away from Kelley. She was about two miles away. Fifteen minutes. Ready, set, GO!

I sprinted down the streets, cutting off people, ignoring crosswalks, scaring taxi drivers.

I arrived in front of Kelley's row house in a few minutes.

I banged on the front door.

"Kelley?" I called.

She opened the door as Madame Z.

"Bella. Come in, come in."

I followed her inside and past the silk curtains that divided the front parlor and the rest of the house. We were in a somewhat modern kitchen that didn't look at all like it was in the home of a psychic in her early forties.

We sat at the kitchen table.

"Anything new?"

"I was in the graveyard and the blonde man from my dreams was there, and I sang him a song that I don't know and it made him cry and Benjamin is my neighbor/enemy's father and-"

"Bella, Bella, calm down, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Something my own mother had never called me.

"One thing at a time. Start with the graves."

"The blonde man, from my dreams, only older. I saw him today. At the graves in the cemetery. I was taking care of April, Angel, Thomas, Mimi, Roger, Benjamin, Maureen, and Joanne. There's just something about them… Kelley?"

Her face was the color of paper whites.

"I knew you dreamt of them. I didn't know what you meant when you said you thought I saw you in the graveyard. I didn't realize you found them."

"Kelley, what are you talking about?"

"Maureen. Maureen Idina Johnson."

"What?"

"She was my sister."

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