Beyond the Divorce

Atlas extended his hand, and we rose together. He embraced me emotionally, kissed my forehead, and tenderly said, "My Stella, you're finally back."

I could only say it was instinctive.

Actually, I never formally learned to play the piano after regaining my memory. Pianos were rare luxuries in the small town where I grew up.

During the holiday after my junior high exams, when I could laze around at home before starting college, I would often hear the piano being played when I was at home doing nothing.

The principal of the nearby school lived next door, and his daughter played the piano. I felt strangely excited whenever I heard her practicing in the corridor. I always listened intently and wanted to watch her play. Finally, one day, I got a chance to do just that.

Her mother forgot her keys when she left the house that day. Since she needed the keys in the office, she wanted to ask her daughter to bring them over.

happened to be at the market that day. My

was there, and

house at that time, spending my days accompanying her at piano practice, playing with

at the piano bench. I progressed rapidly under her guidance, grasping

mom I had a natural talent for playing the piano when I got home. She just laughed and said

piano in the music room at our school, but only the students from the music department could access

school. From then on, I felt like a fish in water, sneaking into the piano room whenever I

start my own business with Matthew

had a daughter, I wanted to buy her a piano, but unfortunately, our house was too small, so I had

never a challenge for me, but it had been