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Josh
I spent the next week in a fog. My recycling bin was filled up with wine bottles, and empty Chinese takeout containers. I’d taken to using the back door to my apartment to come and go, so I wouldn’t have to face Luke or Sneaky. I’d told no one what had happened, though I was sure Spencer had probably alerted them. I wasn’t ready for their questions, when I had so few answers.
Serge didn’t show up to work the next day, or the rest of the week. His assistant conductor took over his duties temporarily. They either didn’t know when he was returning, or they were keeping mum about it. I tried fishing for information from Serge’s secretary but she knew less than I did.
When Serge and I had gone to the hospital, we’d stored my cello in his office, and it nearly took an act of congress
