Quinn plugged the iPod into the speaker on the mantel. She clicked through the various artists, searching for something good. She skipped over “Eye of the Tiger,” “Dancing Queen,” and “I’m a Believer.” She stopped on a Beatles song, remembering how Milo had told her they were his mother’s favorite band. She hesitated, then pressed play. The soft strums of “Blackbird” filled the room. Paul McCartney’s haunting voice and acoustic guitar blended in perfect harmony.
