As the passage of several weeks unfolded, Jessamae meticulously worked until the music room was revived to its original splendor. Portraits of Hanzo's lineage adorned the walls once again, infusing a sense of life and history into the once abandoned room. Sunlight now freely bathed the room in its warmth, with the curtains pulled back to allow an uninhibited stream of sunlight. In a display of unity, even Mary contributed by enlisting assistance to remove some damaged floorboards.
It was within the confines of this revived music room that Jessamae found comforting solitude. The room had morphed into their secret sanctuary, a place where Hanzo progressively opened up, his narratives painting a vivid emotional landscape that Jessamae found herself becoming engrossed in. As he slowly peeled
