“I came to say I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “That was mean. Stupid.
I’ll pay for any damage.” His voice cracked when he added, “I heard your music the other night. It’s… peaceful.” Velma smiled, gentle and forgiving. “Glad you think so,” she said.
“You’re welcome to come by next time.” And as she returned to her piano, sunlight spilling over the keys, she played “Moon River” once more — not just for her husband this time, but for a neighbor who’d finally learned that sometimes, the softest song can change the hardest heart.
