They had stopped along the first strip of shops that came into view. They had been driving for hours along a small deserted road and being confined like that was suffocating for her.
They walked past the small piano. Though dilapidated, he was sure it had seen better days. She wandered into the store. He knelt and started to play; striking each key with precision and softness.
She rushed out when she heard the music. There were many things she didn’t know about him, having married him just a few days ago. She dried her tears.
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