Chapter 51
My fingers stopped in the middle of what they were doing, and my eyes flew open. I stood so hastily the bench almost toppled over and hurried to retrieve my phone that lay forgotten on the couch. Before I had time to change my mind, I tapped out a message.
Okay. I’ll hear you out.
I entered his phone number—I’d deleted him from my contacts a long time ago but still remembered it by heart—and pressed send. I returned to the music room and closed the lid on the piano. Giving it a loving pat, I whispered, “Good night, my darling,” and then I trudged to bed.
Sliding between cool sheets, I grabbed a pillow and hugged it close to my chest. All I had to do now was to wait for him to answer.
It happened a lot quicker than I expected, considering it was in the middle of the night. And it didn’t come as a text on my phone.