She smiled at me. It was a real smile. “More than.” She took my hand in hers and played with my fingers. “I never thought I’d ever have this moment.” She smiled sadly. “And with someone who understands.” “Understands what?” “What it’s like to have been born with a song in our hearts.” I swallowed, my stomach rolling at her words. Her grip tightened on my hand, and a nervous expression flashed across her face.
