My baby. Chad’s baby. A young girl with blond hair and blue eyes appeared in my dreams. She sat at the edge of the concert stage. She smiled at me, revealing a grin similar to her father’s. With her violin, she performed Colombier’s Emmanuel. The music was so sad; it held my sorrow. Michel Colombier had written the piece after the passing of his young child. I cocooned myself in a ball, allowing the melody to comfort me. I cried myself to sleep, saying goodbye to my baby.
