If I Should Fall Behind


52.

"Will it change anything, Cuddy, after a year or five or even a decade?" he questioned "it won't change that I hurt, that the muscle's gone, that I can't play the piano like before or do the things I did"

To that, Cuddy has nothing to say. Affection, guilt and distress overwhelmed her heart.

He would certainly see it as pity.

"You're a great … amazing musician, you'll figure it out" She felt utterly ridiculous

"Yeah" he said, blankly "perhaps"

He clasped his cane between his long fingers.

"Good night Cuddy"

She watched him leave and went quickly after him.