CHAPTER 24: A Symphony of Secrets
The grand piano was a captivating presence, its polished white surface gleaming under the soft glow of the lights. Shamefaced, I realized I hadn't even noticed it before, my attention consumed by the cityscape and the unexpected turn of events. Curiosity piqued as I ran my hands across the smooth ivory keys again, I reached for my phone, unlocking it with trembling fingers. My thumb hovered over the familiar icon, the document that Nicola had sent me with information about Ava Lincoln as a guide.
Panic surged through me as I saw that unlike me, Ava knew how to play the piano. I had expected that because she was the child of a staff that worked in the Westcott mansion that she wouldn't know; a very shallow thought. The image of my own clumsy fingers fumbling over the keys was enough to make me cringe.
Just as I rose to retreat back to the safety of the couch, a voice startled me. "Everything alright?"