When Silence Plays The Melody

"Molly's recital is her last dream, Jocelyn. Your hands are a perfect match."

That' s what Ethan said, calm as if asking for salt, not for me to give up my entire future.

We were in his pristine apartment, my cello, my ticket out, leaning against the wall.

He wanted me to sacrifice my livelihood, my identity, my very hands, for his childhood friend, Molly, who claimed a rare nerve condition was destroying her dream of being a pianist.

I refused, firmly.

His handsome face tightened. "Don' t be selfish. I' ve given you everything. A good life, a way out of that hellhole you came from.