My Memories

Katie’s POV

“My mom taught me how to play, but I haven’t played in a very long time.” The memory of my mom and me sitting closely together and playing a few tunes hits me, and sadness fills my veins. “We had to sell our old piano at some point.

I can’t remember why. I probably forgot how to play anything, to be honest.”

“If you do want to play, that will be one of the rooms you can go to even without me.”

“What about the library?”

“No. I’ll take you there if you want me to, but do not go there on your own.”

“Why?” I question as we walk down the stairs.

“Because I said so.”

I almost rolled my eyes at him. “Fine. Got it. No library. Where else can I go?”

“If you are hungry, you can always go to the kitchen. The cook or a maid will be there most of the time to prepare something for you. If not, the fridge is always stocked.”

“Got it. Music room and kitchen, green zone,” I say more to myself. “Where do you go during the day?”

“You have a lot of questions,” he points out.

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