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“I know it doesn’t make noise,�� he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.�� The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear.

“Did it used to have keys on it?�� Livia asked.

“I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.�� He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again.”