I visited Grandma every day after that.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I arrived carrying coffee I never finished.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I still had chalk dust or marker stains on my sleeves.<\/p>\n
I usually brought a story from school.<\/p>\n
Grandma liked hearing about ordinary things.<\/p>\n
She asked about my students.<\/p>\n
She wanted to know which children were struggling.<\/p>\n
She always seemed particularly interested in the quiet ones.<\/p>\n
I think she understood them.<\/p>\n
There were afternoons when she spoke very little.<\/p>\n
I would sit beside her and read.<\/p>\n
Or play recordings of music she loved.<\/p>\n
Every now and then, she would lift a finger and point out that the pianist had rushed a passage.<\/p>\n
Even lying in a hospital bed, she couldn't resist.<\/p>\n
It made me smile.<\/p>\n
It also made me sad.<\/p>\n
There were moments when she looked almost like herself.<\/p>\n
Then she would need help adjusting her pillows.<\/p>\n
Or she would become exhausted after a few sentences.<\/p>\n
I watched those changes happening.<\/p>\n
I couldn't stop them.<\/p>\n
So I kept showing up.<\/p>\n
My father didn't visit.<\/p>\n
At least, I never saw him there.<\/p>\n
Mom sometimes called to ask how Grandma was doing.<\/p>\n
But those conversations were short.<\/p>\n
She wanted practical information.<\/p>\n
Had the doctor said anything new?<\/p>\n
Was Grandma eating?<\/p>\n
Were there any documents that needed signing?<\/p>\n
I answered what I knew.<\/p>\n
I didn't understand why paperwork seemed so important to her.<\/p>\n
Delaney visited once.<\/p>\n
She arrived wearing an expensive coat and carrying a small handbag.<\/p>\n
She stayed for about fifteen minutes.<\/p>\n
Grandma was asleep for most of it.<\/p>\n
Delaney kissed her forehead, looked at her phone, and asked whether I knew how long hospice usually lasted.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
"What do you mean?"<\/p>\n
She shifted uncomfortably.<\/p>\n
"Just generally."<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
She nodded and changed the subject.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, she said she had to meet Ryder.<\/p>\n
I walked her to the door.<\/p>\n
In the hallway, she stopped to take a picture of herself.<\/p>\n
I watched her check the image before leaving.<\/p>\n
She didn't look back toward Grandma's room.<\/p>\n
I returned to the chair beside the bed.<\/p>\n
For a long time, I said nothing.<\/p>\n
Grandma was still sleeping.<\/p>\n
I remember watching her chest rise and fall.<\/p>\n
I felt angry with Delaney.<\/p>\n
Then I felt guilty for being angry.<\/p>\n
That was a familiar habit.<\/p>\n
Whenever somebody in my family disappointed me, I searched for a reason to excuse them.<\/p>\n
Maybe Delaney was uncomfortable around illness.<\/p>\n
Maybe she didn't know what to say.<\/p>\n
Maybe she was frightened.<\/p>\n
Those things could have been true.<\/p>\n
But they didn't change the fact that Grandma was alone whenever I wasn't there.<\/p>\n
A few evenings later, Grandma asked me to do something for her.<\/p>\n
We had been listening to an old recording when she reached for my arm.<\/p>\n
"Everett, could you bring me some photographs?"<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
"The albums your grandfather kept."<\/p>\n
I knew which ones she meant.<\/p>\n
They were stored high in the closet beside the den.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had organized them carefully.<\/p>\n
There were pictures from performances, family gatherings, and trips they had taken together.<\/p>\n
Some albums were so heavy that I used to need both hands to carry them.<\/p>\n
"Do you want a particular one?" I asked.<\/p>\n
She considered it.<\/p>\n
"Bring several."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"All right."<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
"I've been thinking about the years when I was younger."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
"I'd like to see those days again."<\/p>\n
Her voice was quiet.<\/p>\n
Not frightened.<\/p>\n
Just tired.<\/p>\n
I promised to go to the house after work the following afternoon.<\/p>\n
She squeezed my fingers.<\/p>\n
"Thank you, sweetheart."<\/p>\n
The next day, the weather was miserable.<\/p>\n
Cold rain fell across Minneapolis.<\/p>\n
The wind pushed it sideways.<\/p>\n
By the time my last lesson finished, the windows were streaked with water.<\/p>\n
I gathered my things and drove toward Wayzata.<\/p>\n
The road followed familiar stretches near Lake Minnetonka.<\/p>\n
I had made that drive hundreds of times.<\/p>\n
Birthday dinners.<\/p>\n
Christmas mornings.<\/p>\n
Afternoons spent practicing.<\/p>\n
Evenings when Grandma insisted I stay for supper.<\/p>\n
I knew where the road narrowed.<\/p>\n
I knew which turn came after the row of tall trees.<\/p>\n
I knew the driveway before I could see the house.<\/p>\n
For a few minutes, I almost felt peaceful.<\/p>\n
Grandma's home had always been one of the few places where I could relax.<\/p>\n
It represented something steady.<\/p>\n
I still had a key.<\/p>\n
She had given it to me years earlier.<\/p>\n
Dad thought it was unnecessary.<\/p>\n
Mom once suggested I return it because there was no reason for me to enter the property without calling.<\/p>\n
Grandma had told them I was welcome whenever I wanted.<\/p>\n
I kept the key.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I was grateful for it.<\/p>\n
I parked near the front entrance and ran through the rain.<\/p>\n
The lock opened easily.<\/p>\n
Inside, everything was quiet.<\/p>\n
I took off my wet coat.<\/p>\n
The familiar smell of lavender greeted me.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I stood in the hallway remembering all the times Grandma had called out from the living room.<\/p>\n
She would usually ask whether I wanted tea.<\/p>\n
Then she'd insist I was too thin.<\/p>\n
I almost expected to hear her voice.<\/p>\n
But the house remained silent.<\/p>\n
I walked farther inside.<\/p>\n
Something felt different.<\/p>\n
I couldn't explain it immediately.<\/p>\n
The furniture was still there.<\/p>\n
The framed photographs were still hanging.<\/p>\n
The old runner stretched across the hallway.<\/p>\n
Nothing appeared damaged.<\/p>\n
Yet the place felt disturbed.<\/p>\n
I told myself it was because Grandma wasn't home.<\/p>\n
Without her, the house was bound to seem strange.<\/p>\n
I turned toward the living room.<\/p>\n
And stopped.<\/p>\n
At first, I didn't understand what I was seeing.<\/p>\n
My eyes moved across the furniture.<\/p>\n
The sofa.<\/p>\n
The side table.<\/p>\n
The bookshelves.<\/p>\n
Then the space beside the windows.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
I looked again.<\/p>\n
Grandma's piano wasn't there.<\/p>\n
I took several steps forward.<\/p>\n
The corner seemed much larger without it.<\/p>\n
The carpet was still marked where its legs had rested.<\/p>\n
The fibers underneath were lighter than the surrounding floor.<\/p>\n
There was a clean shape where an instrument had stood for decades.<\/p>\n
I remember staring at that mark.<\/p>\n
I thought someone must have moved the piano into another room.<\/p>\n
Maybe it needed repairs.<\/p>\n
Maybe a technician had taken it away temporarily.<\/p>\n
But nobody had told me.<\/p>\n
And Grandma certainly hadn't mentioned it.<\/p>\n
I walked into the dining room.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I checked the adjoining rooms.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I returned to the living room.<\/p>\n
The empty corner was waiting for me.<\/p>\n
I stood exactly where the piano bench used to be.<\/p>\n
I could almost feel the seat beneath me.<\/p>\n
I remembered being seven years old.<\/p>\n
My feet swinging above the floor.<\/p>\n
Grandma telling me to soften my wrists.<\/p>\n
I remembered practicing there at sixteen after a terrible argument with Dad.<\/p>\n
I remembered playing for Grandpa shortly before he died.<\/p>\n
And now the instrument was gone.<\/p>\n
I pulled out my phone.<\/p>\n
My hands were trembling.<\/p>\n
Mom answered after several rings.<\/p>\n
"Everett?"<\/p>\n
"Where's Grandma's piano?"<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
"What?"<\/p>\n
"I'm at her house. The piano is missing."<\/p>\n
I heard a television in the background.<\/p>\n
Then Mom spoke.<\/p>\n
"Your father took care of it."<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"Took care of what?"<\/p>\n
"It's being handled."<\/p>\n
"Mom, where is it?"<\/p>\n
She sighed.<\/p>\n
"Everett, you don't need to involve yourself in every family decision."<\/p>\n
I looked at the empty corner.<\/p>\n
"This isn't just some family decision."<\/p>\n
She didn't answer.<\/p>\n
"Grandma gave that piano to me."<\/p>\n
"Don't start."<\/p>\n
"I'm asking where it went."<\/p>\n
Her voice became firmer.<\/p>\n
"Your father knows what he's doing."<\/p>\n
"Then tell me what he did."<\/p>\n
She said my name in that warning tone I remembered from childhood.<\/p>\n
I felt myself shrinking.<\/p>\n
It happened automatically.<\/p>\n
Even at thirty-two, one sharp word from my mother could make me feel twelve.<\/p>\n
But this time I kept talking.<\/p>\n
"Grandma asked me to come here. She trusted me with the key. I need to know where her piano is."<\/p>\n
Mom interrupted.<\/p>\n
"You're getting yourself upset over something you don't understand."<\/p>\n
"Then explain it."<\/p>\n
She ended the call.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I thought the connection had failed.<\/p>\n
But it hadn't.<\/p>\n
She had simply decided the conversation was over.<\/p>\n
I tried calling back.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
I lowered my phone.<\/p>\n
The house seemed quieter than before.<\/p>\n
Rain tapped against the windows.<\/p>\n
I could hear a faint ticking from the clock on the mantel.<\/p>\n
I wanted to leave immediately and confront my father.<\/p>\n
Instead, I remembered Grandma's photographs.<\/p>\n
She was waiting for them.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
I took a breath and walked toward the den.<\/p>\n
The closet door stuck slightly, as it always had.<\/p>\n
I reached up and carefully removed the albums.<\/p>\n
Grandpa's handwriting was still visible on the labels.<\/p>\n
Concerts.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
Travel.<\/p>\n
Early Years.<\/p>\n
I placed several inside a tote bag.<\/p>\n
While moving through the house, I noticed other things.<\/p>\n
A vase had been shifted.<\/p>\n
Some papers on a side table were no longer arranged the way Grandma kept them.<\/p>\n
There were small signs that somebody had been sorting through her belongings.<\/p>\n
That disturbed me almost as much as the missing piano.<\/p>\n
Grandma was still alive.<\/p>\n
She wasn't home because she was sick.<\/p>\n
That didn't mean her life had become a collection of things other people could divide.<\/p>\n
I went into the kitchen to wash my hands.<\/p>\n
My gloves were damp and dirty.<\/p>\n
I threw them into the trash.<\/p>\n
As I lifted the lid, I noticed a torn piece of paper beneath some rubbish.<\/p>\n
Printed letters.<\/p>\n
Numbers.<\/p>\n
The edge of a company name.<\/p>\n
I bent down and pulled it free.<\/p>\n
It looked like part of a receipt.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps a collection document.<\/p>\n
The paper had been ripped.<\/p>\n
Only fragments remained.<\/p>\n
I couldn't understand the entire transaction.<\/p>\n
But there were enough printed details to make me uneasy.<\/p>\n
Somebody had wanted that paper discarded.<\/p>\n
I turned it over.<\/p>\n
Nothing helpful.<\/p>\n
I folded it and slipped it into my pocket.<\/p>\n
I wasn't sure why.<\/p>\n
I just knew I shouldn't leave it behind.<\/p>\n
Then I heard an engine outside.<\/p>\n
I moved toward the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
A small box truck was driving away along the street.<\/p>\n
It turned at the corner and disappeared.<\/p>\n
I couldn't see a company logo clearly.<\/p>\n
I couldn't even be certain it had stopped at Grandma's house.<\/p>\n
But I watched until it was gone.<\/p>\n
My stomach felt tight.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether that truck had carried the piano.<\/p>\n
I had no proof.<\/p>\n
Just an empty space, a torn paper, and a growing feeling that something had happened without Grandma's knowledge.<\/p>\n
I picked up the albums.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, I returned to the living room.<\/p>\n
I stood beside the mark in the carpet.<\/p>\n
The photographs on the mantel were still there.<\/p>\n
One showed Grandma as a young woman sitting at the piano.<\/p>\n
She was looking down at the keys.<\/p>\n
Her face was serious.<\/p>\n
I had always loved that picture.<\/p>\n
Now I couldn't bear to look at it.<\/p>\n
I locked the front door and hurried to my car.<\/p>\n
The rain had become heavier.<\/p>\n
I sat behind the steering wheel, staring at the house.<\/p>\n
Then I called Dad.<\/p>\n
Voicemail.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
This time he answered.<\/p>\n
"What is it?"<\/p>\n
I didn't bother greeting him.<\/p>\n
"I'm at Grandma's house. Her piano is gone."<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
"Where did you take it?"<\/p>\n
He breathed out sharply.<\/p>\n
"We'll discuss that later."<\/p>\n
My grip tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
"Why can't you tell me now?"<\/p>\n
"Because I'm busy."<\/p>\n
"Dad, she promised me that piano."<\/p>\n
"I heard you."<\/p>\n
"So where is it?"<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
"Come by tonight."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because I'm not discussing this over the telephone."<\/p>\n
I heard movement on his end.<\/p>\n
Then he added one last instruction.<\/p>\n
"Don't make this difficult."<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I remained parked outside Grandma's house.<\/p>\n
I should have been furious.<\/p>\n
I was.<\/p>\n
But fear was mixed in with it.<\/p>\n
My parents had a way of making every disagreement feel like something I had caused.<\/p>\n
Even when I knew they were wrong, I still felt an urge to apologize.<\/p>\n
I hated that about myself.<\/p>\n
I had done nothing except ask where Grandma's piano had gone.<\/p>\n
Yet I was sitting there rehearsing how to speak calmly to my father.<\/p>\n
I glanced toward the tote bag.<\/p>\n
Grandpa's albums were inside.<\/p>\n
I imagined bringing them to Grandma and having her ask whether everything at home was all right.<\/p>\n
I didn't know what I would say.<\/p>\n
The truth frightened me.<\/p>\n
So did the thought of hiding it.<\/p>\n
I started the car.<\/p>\n
Instead of going straight to my parents' house, I drove back toward Minneapolis.<\/p>\n
I had several hours before Dad expected me.<\/p>\n
As I drove, I kept thinking about the family dinner.<\/p>\n
Grandma had made her wishes clear.<\/p>\n
She had looked directly at my father.<\/p>\n
She had said the piano was for me.<\/p>\n
There hadn't been any confusion.<\/p>\n
Nobody had misunderstood.<\/p>\n
Whatever had happened since then had happened because somebody chose to ignore her.<\/p>\n
I wasn't dealing with a mistake.<\/p>\n
I was dealing with a decision.<\/p>\n
And for once, I wanted to know exactly who had made it.<\/p>\n
That evening, I would find out.<\/p>\n
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