Trees lined the paved path that led to the Robinson Estate. I admired each of them as my father drove us back toward the main house. The leaves danced in the breeze, blocking part of the setting sun from my view. Music played from the speakers, but the volume was down far enough that I couldn’t hear the lyrics.
If I hadn’t earned the responsibility of Music Haven, I would love to live in a place like this. Fate had different plans for me. My home was in Arizona amongst the sand, rocks, and tumbleweed.
When the car slowed, I peered out the windshield as my father made room for another vehicle to pass. As soon as I saw the bright yellow paint, I realized it was a taxi. Greg had mentioned something about his eldest daughter, Gwen, coming home for the weekend. We hadn’t seen each other in se
