“Rachel and I never finished that song,” he said.
His voice trembled.
“We only played it for one person.”
Mason stared at him.
The man reached slowly into his music case and removed a folded sheet of handwritten music.
Across the top, in faded ink, were the words:
For Mason.
But beneath the title, another line had been added in Claire’s handwriting.
Henry stepped closer to read it.
His breath caught.
The note said:
