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Elyse approached Gavin eagerly, her voice filled with anticipation. “Has Mr. Tucker arrived yet?”
Gavin glanced briefly at Morgan, who was curiously surveying the studio, before responding, “Not yet, but he
should be here soon.” His gaze then shifted back to Elyse. “May | ask who this is?”
Morgan turned towards Gavin with a warm smile, extending her hand in greeting. “I’m here to see Cody.”
Elyse explained, “She’s an old friend of Mr. Tucker's. They haven't seen each other in over two decades. | wonder
if he'll recognize her.”
Gavin's eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Over two decades?”
Elyse nodded, guiding Morgan towards the sofa with a gentle gesture.
Moments later, the studoor creaked open, and Cody entered, carrying a violin case. He shut the door swiftly,
shutting out the winter chill.
As Cody stepped inside, he felt someone’s gaze on him. He intended to greet Elyse but was quickly drawn to the
middle-aged woman seated beside her.
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His eyes widened in recognition, memories flooding back like waves crashing against a shore. Softly, almost
incredulously, he whispered, “Janet?”
Elyse watched in astonishment as Cody immediately recognized Morgan. She realized their connection must
have been deep for Cody to remember her after so many years.
With a smirk playing on her lips, Morgan stood up boldly. “It's no longer Janet. It’s Morgan now.”
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Startled for a moment, Cody placed his violin case down, his eyes darkening with emotion. “You wretched
woman! Why are you still alive? What do you think you're doing, showing up here like this?”
Elyse felt a pang of unease. She had never expected Cody's first words to Morgan after over two decades to be
so hostile. Her heart sank as she sensed the bitterness that still lingered between them.
Morgan listened calmly, her expression unreadable. She kept her back turned to Elyse, hiding a mischievous
smirk.
In a pointed tone, Morgan replied, “Are you disappointed I'm not dead?”
Cody's face fell into his hands, grappling with the flood of emotions and memories. After a moment of heavy
silence, he sighed deeply, his tone turning somber. “This isn't the place for this conversation. There's a café
nearby. Let's talk there.”
Morgan nodded in agreement and then turned to Elyse. “We'll be back soon. Please wait here.”
“Sure,” Elyse replied, scratching her head with a mix of confusion and curiosity as she watched them leave.
As they departed, Elyse turned to Gavin with a worried expression. “Do you think they'll argue? Mr. Tucker seems
to have sresentment toward Morgan.”
Gavin calmly took a sip of his coffee. “They're adults. Even if there's resentment, they'll resolve it.”
Elyse nodded, her attention momentarily distracted by a bowl of candies on the table. She reached for one,
unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth.
Gavin watched her for a moment before asking casually, “Have you been keeping up with your violin practice
lately?”
Elyse nearly choked on her treat, clearing her throat before responding, “Of course | have.”
With a curious glint in his eye, Gavin extended his violin case towards her. “Give it a whirl. Let's see if your skills
have gotten rusty.”
Elyse took the case, her mind momentarily blank. After a brief pause, she unlatched it, retrieved the violin, and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmpositioned herself in front of Gavin, preparing to play.
As her fingers caressed the bow, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She imagined Cody and Morgan's long-
awaited reunion, her concerns for Tracy and Shaun’s relationship, thoughts of her lost child, and, of course,
Jayden.
Though burdened by a multitude of sorrows within, the faintest warmth experienced in diverse encounters still
imbued her with strength.
As the final notes faded into the air, Elyse lowered her bow and turned to Gavin.
Gavin made no comments about her performance, his thoughts drifting back to a conversation he'd had with
Cody long ago, where Cody had described Elyse’s music as emotionally rich, each note resonating with the
echoes of her soul.
At the time, Gavin hadn't fully grasped the depth of Cody’s observation. After all, he poured his own heart and
soul into his violin playing. So why hadn’t Cody labeled his music emotionally rich too?
After watching Elyse perform, he now understood the stark contrast in their approaches. Elyse’s music carried
the weight of raw emotion, effortlessly captivating listeners and guiding their emotions.
When her melodies whispered melancholy, her audience shared her sorrow. When her bow danced with joy, their
spirits soared.
Gavin glanced at Elyse, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You probably don’t get much practice tat home, do
you?”
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