Rush (City Lights Series, #3)

by Emma Scott

I had no idea of the program, of course. I recognized nothing of the four or five pieces they played, but it didn’t matter in the slightest. The music washed over me and carried me along its soft currents. Charlotte’s violin was indistinct from the rest of the orchestra, but I imagined I could hear her anyway. She was there. In the same room with me, even if that room was enormous and she and I at opposite ends. My Charlotte was there, and I could feel her; her energy and love and everything she poured into her music. I felt the stress of the day loosen its grip on my mind and muscles. That feeling, that euphoria of possibility, reinforced the idea that I was doing the right thing. It was quite obviously going to be harder than I ever foolishly imagined it to be. The hardest thing I’d ever done, but wasn’t that the point? I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t. The long, black road lay stretched out before me, but I would walk it because Charlotte Conroy was waiting for me on the other side.