That evening, Rachel went out with some of her girlfriends (another had been dumped too, and they decided to drown their sorrows and curse men together) and Jayden retreated to the bathroom for a hedonistic, two-hour soak in scented bubble bath and generally be a bit of a tart for the night.
Darren sat down at the piano.
The music had been twisting and turning in his head ever since Rachel’s first lesson, and he had missed it in a weird way. Stroking the smooth coolness of the keys, he could feel nearly twenty years of education flooding back, from the very first music sheets he’d learned to read over the top of a recorder with a private tutor before he’d even started school, through the first cool ivory touches of the family piano and the first high shriek of a violin, and right out the
