The melody of the piano resonated through the grand villa, accompanied by the rhythmic patter of raindrops outside. I savored the warmth of my coffee as I watched Andreas engrossed in his piano practice. Andrew sat beside him, offering guidance and advice to enhance his performance. A smile graced my lips as I observed their interaction, but when Andrew's gaze met mine, I quickly averted my eyes.
"How was it, Mom?" Andreas inquired, and I turned to him, nodding with an encouraging smile. "It was absolutely wonderful," I replied, my voice filled with pride.
"Why don't you take a break? You've been playing for an hour," I suggested, placing my coffee on the table. "And aren't you feeling cold?" I added, noticing that he had removed his sweater.
"No," he responded, resolute in his dedication to his craft, and resumed playing. Just then, my phone interrupted the tranquil atmosphere, displaying Chester's name on the screen.
