opened and once again I heard the soft piano notes.
The melody grew louder and then seemed to get caught up in the breeze that made the curtains on my bedroom window dance lightly against the glass. I looked out at the blue sky as if I could see the music find its way home, and then I put the roof back on the
cottage.
I would put the toy on a shelf in Annie's room
until one day, many years from now, I would tell her
what this cottage meant. I was sure that when I did,
she would understand why I had to do as I've done.
Because I would always tell her the truth, the truth
that was me. And the truth always heals.