Elora's POVAt exactly three that afternoon, the freight elevator chimed in the lobby outside.A team of professional movers in white gloves carefully wheeled an ivory Steinway grand piano, still wrapped in protective film, into my entryway.Following my instructions, they placed the piano in front of the south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.The technician removed the shipping braces, checked the action and pedals, and tuned the instrument."Dr. Mitchell, it's all in tune.""Great, thank you."After the workers packed up and left, I walked over to the piano and ran my fingertips across its glossy lid.I hadn't touched the keys in a long time, not since my mother died.When I learned the piano had been sold, I was heartbroken. Now it was finally back with me.I took a deep breath, sat down on the bench, lifted the fallboard, and set my hands on the black and white keys.The first note rang out, bright and full.I hadn't played in years, but the keys still felt famil
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