-Revenge-
“Elena?”
Her eyes, unfocused, drifted from the ground up to me. She seemed to be looking past me, and I followed her gaze to the piano. After Elena had decided to leave, I had retreated to my room, unsure of what to do with myself.
Somehow, I found myself drawn to the piano. I wasn’t sure if I still had the skill to play, but like learning to ride a bike as a child, it’s a skill that never truly leaves you. My fingers glided softly over the keys, playing a piece I hadn’t performed in years. It was my mother’s—a piece she had dedicated to my father.
Despite my resentment toward its origins, I couldn’t help but play it. It was the only way I could still feel connected to her.
“Were you the one playing?” Elena’s voice, so sweet and gentle, reached a place deep within me that
