Chapter 14 - The piano

• “Giving up?” Ansel asks me. His attention remains focused forward as if the notes from the song as forming in the air in front of him.
• The color drains from my face. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be in here.” The corners of his mouth turn upward for a moment, leaving me wondering if I imagined it.
• “You always were dramatic,” he says. “I told you not to touch the piano, not that you couldn’t come into the room.” He pauses. “This was my mother’s piano.”