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Morgan tenderly touched the violin strings, her eyes reflecting a trace of nostalgia. She queried, “Do you know
how to play the violin? May | have the honor to hear you play it for me?”
Immediately, Elyse agreed with a nod, grasping the violin. “What piece would you like? I'm happy to play
whatever you choose.”
A title quickly surfaced in Morgan’s mind. “Could you play ‘Nocturnes’?”
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“Of course,” Elyse replied, settling into position and beginning to play the violin.
While Tracy was indulging in her cake, a gentle breeze whisked past, carrying the notes of the music. She shut
her eyes briefly as the breeze brushed by, and when she opened them again, she was surprised to find tears
rolling down Morgan's cheeks.
Once the music concluded, Elyse noticed Morgan's tearstained face and swiftly grabbed a napkin to gently wipe
her tears away. Worried, she inquired, “What's wrong? Why the tears?”
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Embarrassed, Morgan accepted the napkin, turned her head away, and patted her eyes dry. “I'm sorry for
breaking down. | don’t know why, but the music movedprofoundly.”
“Nocturnes can be quite stirring,” Elyse remarked, nodding in understanding.
Morgan quickly pulled herself together and, smiling at Elyse, complimented her. “Your performance was
spectacular. Do letknow if you plan any concerts. I'd certainly attend.”
Elyse fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. “I've actually been let go from the orchestra. Organizing a concert might
be hopeless.”
Morgan comforted her. “That's their loss. Even for someone likewho isn’t musically inclined, your music is
comforting. I'll put even more effort into organizing a solo concert then,” Elyse responded, visibly encouraged by
Morgan's words.
“Stop talking and chere to eat scake. | can’t finish it by myself,” Tracy called out, nearly done with her
slice.
Elyse set the violin down and joined Tracy, selecting a slice of chocolate cake and pairing it with a cup of black
tea.
Meanwhile, Morgan remained still, pressing her hands against her temples, looking visibly uneasy. She couldn't
quite articulate to Elyse what she had experienced. Watching Elyse play, Morgan thought she saw a man
standing next to her. His face was unclear, but his outline was distinct, mirroring Elyse’s posture with a violin in
hand. As the music peaked, their movements synchronized.
Morgan couldn’t recognize the man yet felt an eerie familiarity as if he was of great significance to her.
A sudden throb in her head made Morgan wince, her heart pounding as if ready to burst. She squatted down,
grimacing, as an inexplicable voice echoed in her mind.
“Have you been arguing with your mom again? I'm not sure how to help. Should I play ‘Nocturnes’ for you? The
music might make you cry.”
“People often hide their emotions, finding it difficult to openly express joy or sadness. As a violinist, my role is to
understand these hidden emotions and provide music that resonates deeply.”
“Jane, I've decided that | want to spend my life with her. We imagine a future filled with an adorable child. Maybe
we need you to babysit our kid. And they will call you Aunt Jane.”
“Jane, can you check if this area is a good place to live? I'm considering buying a house here.”
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“Jane, do you know the location of that restaurant?”
“Jane, Jane, Jane...”
As conversations replayed in her mind, she felt suffocated. Her nwasn't Jane, and she wouldn't be their
babysitter.
Morgan suddenly struggled to breathe. Was a lost memory resurfacing? Did she recognize the man who kept
calling her Jane? Had she been his helper in the past?
Flooded with thoughts of the man, Morgan found herself wanting to punch him in the face. Yet under the veneer
of anger, there was a profound sadness that made it difficult for her to catch her breath.
“Morgan, are you okay?” Seeing Morgan's evident distress, Elyse stood and walked over to her.
Morgan raised her eyes to meet Elyse’s. Elyse, her face etched with concern in the soft light, noticed Morgan's
bewildered expression and asked again, “Are you okay? Should | call a doctor for you?”
In Elyse’s concerned gaze, Morgan saw that man again, his expression filled with worry as he asked, “Are you
alright?”
Morgan whispered back, “I'm fine. Don’t worry about me.”
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