Page 164 of Symphony for Lies

And then.

“She’s moving…She got it!”

My heart slammed.

Of course, she did. Of course, she fucking did. That’s my Amelia, my brilliant, beautiful woman.

“She needs to go right again.”

I let the notes flow louder and clearer. My fingers burned against the strings, but I didn’t stop.

“Straight, then left.”

I sharpened the rhythm and poured everything into it— desperation, urgency, love.

“Shit!”Spencer hissed. “I think Watson understands, too.”

Blood dripped from my fingers.

No.

Not now. Please.

“She’s ahead of him. She just needs to run faster. Now left.”

I played faster. Harder. A string snapped.

It whipped against my face, slicing through my skin. I didn’t stop.

“She just needs to make one more turn left and then go straight! She’ll see the exit…Fuck! He got her.”

The worldcollapsed.

My chest caved in.

“But she’s fighting—”

Static. The call dropped.

“Spencer?”

No answer.

My battery wasn’t dead. He had hung up. Or… Fuck!

Panic overrode me, and my legs moved on their own.

No.

I couldn’t go in there.

I wasn’t allowed to.

FUCK!

I lifted the violin again.

I had to keep playing.

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