Where The Melody Remembers Love
His fingers reached helplessly for the report.
His shadow stretched long in the light, just like when he tuned my piano for me eight years ago in the piano room.
However, no one would ever play Für Elise for him again.
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"Nora, can't you give me a chance now?" asked Jenson.
His hand tightened over mine.
Our wedding, frankly, was a sham.
Chance relentlessly posted my personal information online to find me, and that disrupted my life.
This was the best way to make him give up.
Admittedly, Jenson had been a fine choice.