I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

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I sat down on the piano bench. It creaked softly beneath me, and a thin ribbon of sunlight through the window caught the dust in the air.

My fingers hovered over the keys.

I looked at Robert’s unfinished composition. At the notes he’d written with such care.

I placed the sheet on the stand and positioned my hands over the keys. And I started to play.continue reading …