LOGINElsewhere, in the Stones mansion, the night was quieter.Vivian sat at the dressing table, tying back her hair. The room was dark except for the lamp on the nightstand.Wilson walked in and climbed onto the bed.Vivian got up and walked over, a small jar of cream in hand, rubbing it into her face as she went. "Was anything unusual today?""No." Wilson pulled the blanket back, not looking at her.She climbed onto the bed. "Nothing at all? Not with William?""I told you to stop worrying about that. You've been asking me the same question every night since that day.""You can't blame me, honey." Vivian set the jar down on the nightstand harder than she meant to. "I just … I keep thinking about it. Him finding out. What if he actually does something."Wilson exhaled through his nose and turned toward her. "Don't you think if he wanted to do something, it would've happened by now?" He straightened up against the headboard. "Nothing is going to happen. Okay?"Vivian didn't answer right away
William sat motionless on the piano bench long after the door clicked shut. The silence felt heavier now, thick with the ghost of Jacob's playing. The scent of salt and deep cold water still clung to the air, wrapping around him like wet clothes he couldn't peel off. He exhaled shakily and touched the keys again. She was a stupid woman. What could have possibly happened for him to call his mother stupid? Did his mother have anything to do with this piano? Should he ask Matthew later? He shook his head. That would be prying into Jacob's privacy. William stared at the place Jacob had sat seconds ago. He was really good, better than Eugene. The gap between them was enormous. So what did that make him? He placed his fingers on the keys and began to play. The sound filled the room, no hesitation this time, no wrong note breaking the line. Everything moved in perfect harmony, one note surrendering into the next. So this is why he suggested Moonlight Sonata. The melody felt like an a
"Welcome, Sir Jacob," Matthew greeted, taking Jacob's coat. "Sir William." He bowed slightly. "Get the key to the music room," Jacob said, already heading down the corridor. Matthew stood still. "You mean the music room, sir." "Has old age impaired your—" Jacob didn't bother finishing it, already walking. "No, sir." Matthew hurried off. William lingered near the doorway. Why did Matthew react like that? It was the first time he had heard Jacob speak to Matthew in that clipped, cutting tone. Guess he doesn't discriminate with who gets it. "Why are you still standing?" "Coming." William followed Jacob to the farthest room in the corridor. It struck him that he had never explored this mansion at all. He had only been in their room, the kitchen, the dining room, the backyard. Nowhere else. He didn't want to cross boundaries, didn't want to stumble into something that would end with him in trouble. Matthew rushed forward, fumbling the key against the lock twice before i
William sat on the staircase beside the door marked INSTRUMENT ROOM in bold, peeling letters. His chin rested on his hand, elbow digging into his knee. Who knew waiting idly in an empty school could feel so exhausting. Leo had no lectures today, and Anthony and Eugene had left right after the last class. The department had fallen quiet, though he could still hear the faint murmur of students swamped under assessments. William checked the time again. A few minutes to six. He let his head fall back against the railing, staring down at the floor tiles as if they might make the minutes pass faster. The moment he heard footsteps from inside the instrument room, he sat up straight. "You're William Stones, right?" He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping on the step. "Yes." The older student, tired-looking, violin case slung across his back, held out a set of keys without ceremony. "Here. Lock up when you're done." "Thank you." The student was already walking away before W
"Come in."Mr. Gabriel's voice drifted through the door, muffled but even.William swallowed, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. The office smelled faintly of old paper and coffee gone cold. Mr. Gabriel sat behind his desk, textbooks stacked in neat towers, spines aligned like he had measured them. Along the wall, framed photographs of graduating students and long-retired professors caught the afternoon light, decades of faces watching in silence.Mr. Gabriel looked up from the book he had been reading, one finger still marking his place. His hair was tied back loosely, a few strands escaping near his temple, his reading glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. He studied William over the rims of his glasses.William felt the weight of that gaze and quickly ducked his head in greeting.Mr. Gabriel set his book down and removed his glasses, folding them with a small, precise click. "What is it?"Not a question so much as a demand for one."Good afternoon, sir. I would like to
The class evaporated into loud chatter the moment the lecturer left, chairs scraping, voices rising all at once like a held breath finally let out. Some students gathered into little circles, discussing whatever had just been taught. Others had their phones out already, thumbs moving, half-listening to nothing. William stayed in his seat. He hadn't absorbed a single word of the lecture. Not one. His notebook sat open in front of him, blank except for the date scrawled in the corner an hour ago, and even that felt like an accomplishment at this point. Three days. Those two words looped in his head like an unpleasant melody.Three days to finish composing his piece without even having access to a piano.He didn't have a piano. Without one, he had no idea how he was going to finish the assignment. He cut the thought off before it could spiral further. "William." Anthony dropped into the seat beside him. "What are you thinking about, I've been calling you from the back for a while."
A ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the velvet curtains, stirring William from his comfortable sleep. He turned away, burying his face into the plush pillow. Knock. Knock. He jolted upright immediately. “I'm awake!” he called, dragging a hand through his messy black hair with a sigh. “I
The hall was beautifully decorated, a shining chandelier illuminated the space with a warm glow. The guests seated at the table looked so elegant and composed. William felt so overwhelmed and out of place. He held his third glass of wine tightly, his cheeks turning red. “Don't you think you've d
The raw screams of Felix couldn't be heard anymore. Mr Adams walked out of the iron doors, with bloodstains on his trousers and gloves. Ring Ring. He took out his phone from his pocket. “Big brother!” A clear female voice shouted through the phone. “Why is everyone trying to make me deaf to
The walls were beautifully painted in white, expensive furniture arranged in place. It announced luxury in every way possible, which was actually what the owner intended. In the middle of this opulence, a young man in his twenties stood completely still. It was the stillness of a rabbit in a snare







