It was the last thing I expected to see. Anthony, who we had come to hate, at the piano we both loved. Seeing him there was like watching the Devil dance on the keys.

The tension was so tight, I could feel it in the air, Ellis’s displeasure clear. Anthony was harder to read. The piano recital was probably an act of spite, but he looked so gleeful while doing it. Not that it indicated much. He could just be delighting in upsetting Ellis, but it didn’t seem likely. Not with what ...