I run my fingers across the keys before starting the song over again. Her eyes expand. “You know how to play this one?” I nod. “It’s a classic.” Elena adjusts her body enough to get a view of me playing. I take a moment to gaze over her tear-stricken face. Her sadness makes me scowl. When a few tears fall down her cheeks, I turn back toward the keys, offering her privacy. The melody wraps around us as I play the song for her again. When I get to the second chorus, I amp it up, adding more notes. My fingers dance across the keys as Elena watches me. I only ever perform in front of Mum, but
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