When I get home at ten at night, Scott is still up. The lights in the living room are dimmed and he’s at the piano, caressing the keys, as a melody melts through the rooms. “So lately, been wondering, who will be there to take my place. When I’m gone, you’ll need love, to light the shadows on your face..” his voice calms me, yet I begin to picture his words holding their true meaning and shudder. He stops when I open the living room door. I’m so tired that I almost forget to feel awkward.
“I didn’t know you’d expanded your playlist. I love that song.”
He smiles, “I know.”
“How’s it going?”
“Not bad I suppose. You’re late.”
“I’ve had the day from hell.”
“At least it’s over.”
“Each day is going to be a million times worse.”
He pulls a face. “That doesn’t sound very optimistic. Is th
