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“It was the day I graduated high school. My dad bought me a new car for my graduation present, though it was really for my mom because I would be going away to school in New York in the fall. I’d won a scholarship to Juilliard that spring and I was going to spend the summer performing with the Taos School of Music.” “The cello,” he whispered, his body utterly still. Ember nodded. “I was good. I was really good. Better than that, actually, my teachers all thought I’d be the next Yo-Yo Ma. But…you know…” Her voice wavered. She took another breath and said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Christian waited, just holding her, watchful and silent. A chunk of wood fell through the grate in the fireplace and sent an orange feather of hot ash floating up into the chim
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