The lights came on slowly. And presumably we were expected to go back to do party things. Except I was good exactly where I was. I twisted my head so I could look up at Matthew. “What was that?”
“That,” he returned, in his driest tone, “was my sister, Jessica. I thought you’d met.”
“Har har. I meant what was she playing.”
“Sibelius. The first movement of his only violin concerto.”
It didn’t mean much to me but at least I could google it later. “She was amazing.”
He nodded slowly. “She’s extremely talented. She had a place at the Royal Academy of Music but she turned it down. I’ve no idea why.”
“Did you actually ask her?”
“I…I can’t remember.” He frowned. “I presume I did.”
I swiveled in his embrace, wanting to ask…all the things. What had happened, where he’d been, if he was okay,
