The tinkling of the piano keys stopped and Belle looked up from her book, pushing her glasses on top of her head.
‘Victor?’ She walked into the large music room, a place where Victor
Hattie took a deep breath. It got no easier, but she owed it to Tom. He had made plans for her after his death and she had to get out and see them through. It had been the only thing that kept him going through the failed treatments, the tears and disbelief, and finally the acceptance that there were no second chances.
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