Grace heard the lid rise.

“No, Emily.” “Just sit with me for five minutes.” “I don’t want to.” Emily realized she had touched a painful place — that Grace had not gone near the piano since the day she lost her sight.

“Whenever I think about that piano,” Grace admitted, her voice breaking, “I remember the last day I could still see the keys.

I thought I’d go to a doctor and everything would come back to normal.

But nothing ever came back to normal.” Emily sat beside her.