Prologue
 
“Mel, please don’t do this.”

With a heavy sigh, Melody Mitchell zipped the last of her suitcases. The rest were already in the trunk of the Toyota—her rusty but reliable graduation present from her parents. Just yesterday, her dad had insisted on buying four new tires, and she was grateful. It was a five-hour drive to Nashville. A surprise flat was the last thing she wanted on this road trip.

She’d had enough surprises to last a lifetime.

Taking a deep breath, Melody slowly turned to fa...