The melody was sweet and sorrowful, like he was pouring out his feeling through his fingers. The music spread through the room, into every crevice, into every corner and into her heart. As he expertly maneuvered his fingers over the keys. She could see his restraint, the sheer willpower it took just for him to even sit there and she felt awfully sorry for him. What he must have gone through as a child alone, she couldn't even imagine. No wonder he wanted to do anything for his grandfather. He was the only one who saw something in Adam and stood by him through all the good and bad times.
While he played under the lights, she thought he was a beautiful picture. Very majestic. Even in his pain and struggle, he looked like a stallion.
The buzz from her clutch pulled her out of her musing. Sh
