CHAPTER 11
SHE NEEDED TO PLAY. Needed to feel her violin strings against her fingers, needed to press her jaw against her chin rest, her ear so close to that freshly polished wood. Close enough to feel every vibration, close enough for the music to seep into her core. To warm and soothe her soul.
How had she ignored him for so long?
Her Dmitry.
Greg was next door at the business meeting. He had insisted she stay home, and she surprised herself by agreeing without a fight. She hadn’t washed any of the dishes from dinner yet. The living room was just as cluttered as it appeared during Nancy Higgins’ surprise visit, but none of that mattered.
She just needed her music.
She plucked the strings. Even with the change in weather, Dmitry was surprisingly in tune for having been neglected for
