Author: Cynthia

Daniel opened his bleary eyes to the mellifluous reverberation of his piano wafting in the dark. It was a song he had not heard in a long time, but then, that was not the kind…

“And what’s making you quit?” he asked. “My reasons are my own.” “The conservatoire wants to help you, Mel. Every student is important to us. We might be able to provide a solution if you…

The cuckoo clock above the mantel was chiming eleven. It was a big, expensive timepiece from Austria, gifted by his mother when Andrew bought his London apartment, and it lent an elegant touch to the…