“Evelyn,” I whispered, tracing my mother’s name with trembling fingers.
Nathan slipped an arm around my shoulders.
“We’re also starting a scholarship program. Kids whose parents can’t afford lessons will be able to study here for free.”
He smiled softly.
“We practiced something special!”
“Remember what your mom always told me?”
“Music is a gift, Nathan. And the best thing you can do is pass it on.”
“She said that every single lesson,” he continued. “I never forgot it. Your mother gave me something wonderful, and I wanted other children to have that same chance.”
The tears finally spilled down my cheeks.
I recognized the handwriting.
Just then, Clara returned with the children.
“Mommy!” Maisie grabbed my hand. “We practiced something special for you!”
Owen opened his folder and carefully removed a yellowed sheet of music.
I recognized the handwriting immediately. It was Mom’s.
“Where did you get this?” I whispered.
