Tessa's fingers fluttered across the keys of the piano, her eyes slowly closing. It had been years since she'd seen Will, but she still remembered what it was like to feel the rough callousness of his hands holding her face, her chin, brushing against her lips. An old melody played in her ears, the downbeat thrumming softly in time with her heart. Her fingertips tapped lightly at the end of each key, the last song he had played for her like a ghost singing at the back of her memories.