Melvin Greene “Nah, Lizzie’s my sister. Doing her masters. Got all the smarts between us.”
Melvin Greene “This it? S’all yours if you want it back.”

“Aw, good fer her! I never had the brains fer school– ha! There it is.~”
Fenna’s cigarette lit up on Melvin’s lighter, and her eyes lit up as she saw the cover of the book in Melvin’s hand. How long had it been since that day? Almost thirty years now…

“Dat’s me,” she said with a snicker as she pointed at the cover– as if anyone could have possibly mistaken the curling black hair, icy blue eyes, and voluptuous figure for somebody else.

“Dis is the photoshoot where I met my husband, rest their soul… Dey were a wonderful photographer, y’see.”
She flipped past the cover to the copyright page, to point out their name in the credits: Arin Van Daalen. Written in the margins in small, elegant cursive were the words “Great shoot! Call me ♡” followed by a phone number…
Melvin barely got a glimpse at the inside before she snapped the book shut and held it close to her chest.

“W-what the hell? Dis is s’posed ta be in my place! In a safe! Did someone break in–”
She catches herself, and her shoulders sag.

“Sorry, I mean– y’can look, just be careful… The binding’s a bit loose.”
What was that copy doing here? It was real, as far as she could tell… What did that mean for her letter? Was it really from…?