Chapter 57 – Performance

• I exhale slowly, much of the tension leaving me as soon as I feel the coolness of the keys beneath my fingers. Because this, in so many ways, is…home.
• God, why have I waited so long? Why haven’t I been playing in my room?
• Because the boy is there, my wolf says, and you like to keep it a secret. She trots back and forth in my soul, her tail raised high as it always is when I get ready to play. She, too, loves the music.