Ave Carlisle held Emma in her arms as she returned to the Bell & Tripod Community at ten o'clock.
The little girl should have been asleep by then, her eyes half-closed and her head resting limply on Ave's shoulder.
In the distance, Maggie Spencer sat in the car, not turning her head until Ave's figure was out of sight. She then looked at the stack of photos on the car seat, but blurred by tears, she couldn't see them clearly.
The Hancock Manor and the Spencer Mansion were not far from each other and could be considered neighbors.
She had known Flynn Taylor since childhood and they were childhood friends.
Especially that year, the image of the young man playing the piano at his coming-of-age ceremony was etched in her mind.
The soft lighting cast upon the young pianist, whose smile seemed as dazzling as moonlight.
She thought she too would learn the piano and play as beautifully as he did.
