“These are for your mom,” she said.

Emily ran her fingers over the raised dots.

“Do you really think she can play again?” “Your mom didn’t stop understanding music when she lost her eyesight,” Lily replied, with the matter-of-fact wisdom of a girl who had never let blindness be the end of anything.

“She just needs another route back to it.” That evening, Emily opened the old upright piano in her parents’ house, which had stayed closed for nearly three years.

“Mom,” she said.