I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

bedroom, green smudges he’d pressed there himself after we painted his room together. In the far corner of the room sat the upright piano.

The lacquer had worn away in places, and the left pedal squeaked when used. One of the keys was stuck halfway down.

Aaron walked in from the kitchen holding a juice box. He glanced at her, then the piano. Without continue reading …