The piano still stands against the same wall, motionless and steady. But I grimace as my index finger hits the middle C, the out-of-tune sound unsettling in the quiet room.
God, I have to get it tuned before we leave.
We have time. All the time we need to make things right. All I didn't have the last time I was here.
The summer Alexander Cavendish died.
—Becks
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The piano is still there. So is the silence. So is the memory of a summer that ended too abruptly.
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And who's this Alexander Cavendish, by the way?
For you to know there's only a way: read the novel once it drops.
Becks is coming in less than a month and a half, and we couldn't be more excited! 📖✨
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