EPILOGUE
The hauntingly melodious musical strains lifted from behind and sailed through the air. Lately, Luke had taken to playing the piano more frequently. She knew he missed Mia and most of the pieces he played serialized his inner mood.
Sometimes she was lucky enough to hear him play some detailed pieces but were exquisitely sad. She later realized those were his original compositions. He was always writing in a black leather-covered notebook and one day she'd happened upon it in his room. The beautiful drawings of the little girl along with the most beautiful and heart-rending music she'd ever heard made her heartache and her throat burn.
"Mom, te voy a preguntar algo," Luke questioned from behind as she just realized that the music had stopped.
