PART 1
A champagne glass tapped against a table.
The ballroom grew quiet.
A little girl stood alone beside the grand piano.
She looked nervous.
Out of place.
The guests exchanged amused smiles.
A wealthy millionaire leaned back in his chair.
Watching.
Waiting.
Then someone in the crowd laughed.
“Does she even know how to play?”
The girl said nothing.
She simply sat down.
Placed her hands on the keys.
And played the first note.
The room froze.
The melody was beautiful.
Familiar.
Haunting.
The millionaire’s smile disappeared.
He sat forward.
Listening.
Every note pulled him deeper into a memory he had spent years trying to forget.
Then the girl reached the final section.
The millionaire suddenly stood up.
His glass slipped from his hand.
And shattered on the floor.
Because only one person had ever played that song.
A woman who disappeared eighteen years ago.
The girl looked up at him.
And quietly said:
“My mother told me you would recognize it.”
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PART 2
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The millionaire stared at the girl.
His hands were shaking.
Then he slowly approached the piano.
The girl reached into her pocket.
And removed a folded photograph.
The millionaire unfolded it.
His face turned pale.
Because the woman in the picture was standing beside the girl.
And the photograph looked recent.
Not eighteen years old.
Then he turned the photo over.
A message was written on the back.
“If my daughter reaches you first… tell her why I disappeared.”
The millionaire felt his knees weaken.
Because he was the only person left alive who knew the answer.
