26. Morning
(CAMILLA)
The room is empty, Marcel must have gotten up, ahh, but that sound, so harmonious. Bare feet touched the cool floor, the sheet found a place at the other end of the bed. Curiosity led me forward, through the white door, down the corridor. I paused at the stairs, listening, making sure from which direction this music was coming. I leaned over the banister, my gaze went to the living room, where Marcel was sitting on a white sofa, holding a guitar in his hands. The man's fingers traveled over the strings, humming a tune that left his lips which was perfectly suited to the sound of the guitar. Was Marcel lying? The music the guitar was making was so soft, like a dream that made you forget about the real world. If he has not played for so many years, why does it sound s
