đź’” The Letter Inside the Piano
Emily had always hated the piano.
It sat in the corner of her grandmother’s living room for as long as she could remember—old, dusty, and silent. No one had touched it in years, yet her grandmother never allowed anyone to throw it away.
“Some things,” her grandmother used to say, “are not meant to be forgotten.”
Emily never understood what that meant… until the day her grandmother died.
The house felt empty without her.
Too quiet.
Too heavy.
Emily spent days sorting through old clothes, photographs, and fading memories. But it wasn’t until she stood in front of the piano again that she felt something strange.
A pull.
Like it was waiting for her.
She hesitated before lifting the lid.
The keys were yellowed with age, but when she pressed one…
it still worked.
A soft, haunting note filled the room.
Emily swallowed.
