"Why are you wearing this? White suits you better."

Terry Black’s raspy voice reached me from behind as I played the piano in the living room, dressed in a dark red slip dress.

He had always disliked me playing the piano, insisting it didn’t suit me, and especially despised me poring over medical books and texts.

He said a doctor’s hands should be carefully protected, not occupied with trivial matters.

When Terry Black embraced me from behind, his wintery scent, mixed with the sharp odor of tobacco, made my chest ache faintly.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. He still had the same boyish charm that made my...