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A few days later, my fingers flew across the piano. I was lost in the music, humming the lyrics I’d put to my beat. It wasn’t something that Cosmere would ever sing. Those were exclusively Campbell’s songs, but this was something else. Something important to me.
And something I could currently drive all my anxiety about said band into.
“I like that,” a voice said from behind me.
I cut off playing and found Nora in the doorway to my music room. She was in a white dress with green flowers on it and nude high heels. She leaned her hip against the doorframe and crossed her arms. She’d been swamped with work, and I’d hardly seen her since the championship.
“You’re home early,” I noted.
“Tessi started full-time yesterday. She told me to take the afternoon off,” she explained as
