That night, I stayed seated.

That was a choice. Emily read it twice, and then she put it away.

That afternoon she visited her parents, and found Grace at the piano.

“Your voice sounds different,” Grace said as she entered.

“What happened?” “Andrew wrote to me.” Robert appeared at once from the kitchen.

“What does he want?” Emily smiled.

“Nothing.

He just apologized.” Grace reached out her hand, and Emily took it.