Gianna's POV

The elegance and grace of the cello reminded me of the one my mother once owned. It had been a long time since I'd touched any instrument.

Until recently, I had forgotten how much joy and importance music used to bring into my life.

As the memories surfaced, I eased myself onto the golden stool and let my fingers brush over the strings.

It didn't take long for me to regain my rhythm. Once I did, I was fully absorbed in the melody, as though ...