"Regina, have you really thought this through? You're giving up your cello, the thing you love most. You're giving up your life for a man."
Hale stood by the balcony, the sunlight streaming through the windows, casting his figure in shadow, making him look taller and more imposing.
Regina sat on the sofa, gripping her glass of lemon water. She had so many things she wanted to say, but they were all just words of how sorry she was.
Seeing her former mentor so disappointed that he wouldn't even turn to look at her, Regina found herself at a loss for words.
Hale finally sighed. "Leave. And don't ever mention me as your teacher again."
Regina's throat tightened as she listened to his words. Her voice was tinged with the tears she was fighting to hold back.
Now, standing in front of these
