ASYA’S POV
“I hope they’ll let me play again,” I say as I walk next to Pasha toward the car.
My anxiety spikes every time I think about returning to the mall and being among all those people, the noise, and all those overwhelming smells. The memories alone make me shudder. But I also remember the feeling of complete freedom that engulfed me when I placed my fingers on the keys after so long without music. All the excitement, joy, and happiness I didn’t think I would ever feel again came rushing back.
I managed to stifle the need to play again for the past five days, but now I crave it.
I finally caved this morning and asked Pasha to take me over there.
“I’m sure they will,” he says as he fires up the engine.
“When did you start playing?” he asks.
“I was five. Arturo was trying to fi
