Chapter Twenty-five
There was a collective hush as Elizabeth sat at the piano. All here knew it was Hanna’s piano, and the damn thing hadn’t been played since her death. It had been a monument. A shrine to a woman who had lived life to the fullest. His first love. That meant a lot, but Elizabeth was here now and life was meant to be lived.
Nervous glances were thrown James’ way, darting between Elizabeth and himself. He didn’t give them another thought. Elizabeth had renewed life to this piano, the house and everything it contained. They’d soon see.
Elizabeth kept her gaze averted and downcast. He felt the nervous energy coming from her in waves, but she didn’t back down. A warm glow of appreciation filled him. She wanted to do this for him. She gave him the gift of life and music back
