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I sat at the table for a while, staring down at the keys. After what felt like forever, I finally picked them up and turned them over in my hand. They shone faintly in the morning light.

How long had Thomas been debating about giving these to me? When was the moment he finally thought I was trustworthy enough to handle them? I could understand why he was so hesitant. After all, just look at my background. 

Poor finances, an unstable job history over a mile long, absolutely no previous experience with caretaking. He really must have been at his most desperate when he hired me. I certainly wouldn’t have hired me. Not with a track record like that. Especially if it was to take care of someone I loved.

I remembered the soft way Thomas spoke when he looked into the garden a moment ago. Yes, Thomas definitely l