Miles was treated to more of Devin’s usual radiant self the next day when he gave a small piano performance at San Antonio Valley Mental Institute. Devin played several songs, classical to contemporary. Miles watched and listened with nothing short of awe. He applauded hard after the playing was over. He knew Devin couldn’t hear it, but he blushed and bowed down to his small audience of Miles, Jeff, and Blake. Miles was glad he had agreed to Jeff’s idea of taking Devin to the institute after the attack.
Miles stood and walked toward the center of the room where Devin was. Devin was standing next to the piano and, without thinking, Miles brushed his lips against Devin’s. Don’t pull back, Miles pleaded silently. Please don’t pull back.
To Miles’ delight—and slight surprise—Devin didn’t pul
