SOPHIA’S POV
When Lance invited me to a piano recital, I hadn’t thought much of it at first. He had mentioned it casually, over coffee between shifts. He seemed a bit excited about it. I wasn’t surprised. I remembered that Lance loved classical music a lot back in college.
“A friend of mine is performing,” he had said. “It’s a popular piano recital. It should be good. Come with me. It’s for elites so, you know it’s going to be good.”
I had agreed because it felt harmless. Because I needed something that wasn’t heavy. It would be fun. Besides I couldn’t remember the last time I went out and just had a good time by myself, without worrying about someone else.
I’d forgotten what that felt like.
I needed something that didn’t revolve around hospitals or marriages.
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