Chapter 21

The house is best described as quiet, cozy, and filthy. It has been like this for many years now. A caretaker was hired to look after it from the outside and was ordered to never step foot inside the building.

The house was quiet, and everything appeared to be the same as it had been the last time Mr. Blue visited it; the only thing that had not changed, not even a little, was a large blue piano in the center of the house.

He made it a point to paint it every afternoon for a year; she was the only one who could play the piano—none of her children could.

He makes his way to the main bedroom; the darkness of the room goes unnoticed. He approaches her and moves the curtain to get a better look at her face.

“My love, you look beautiful.” He speaks the moment he sets his eyes on her.

She is lying on the bed, not looking up or responding to his words. her eyes closed and her hands folded on her stomach, she has been wearing the same dress.

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