Once I set foot on the island, I was completely awestruck by the "castle" I had built with every last penny I owned.
Barefoot on the warm, fine sand, I saw the transparent glass music room shimmering with rainbow hues, and the amber-colored cello standing before me like an old friend long awaited.
Behind me, Jane, the housekeeper who had served me for over a decade, had tears welling in her eyes.
She lifted the mesh veil at the back of my long dress, and the moment my bow touched the strings, she whispered, "Miss has finally come back to herself."
I played "Maiden of the Highlands," and memories flooded my heart like a tide.
This was the very piece I had been performing when David fell for me at first sight during the school orchestra.
Last month, a professor called, inviting me to c
