**Ellis POV

It was hard to be home. Every year it got harder and harder to come home to an empty mansion.

Coming home was supposed to be pleasant and relaxing. Instead, I spent the majority of my time staying busy and finalizing business deals in my office. I barely gave myself enough time to sleep before catching the next plane out.

My eyes flitted from the papers I was reviewing at my desk to the piano in the room across the hall. The piano Olivia had ...