A couple tears prick at your eyes as you jot down some notes on your sheet music. You never would’ve thought that your musical talent would be truly put to work, not like this, anyway. Your fingers glide as you test out the requiem.

Sniffles erupt from your body, as well as from Connor’s mother as you perform the dirge in her home, the Murphy’s the only audience members. Looking up from your instrument, tears stream down her face. You loved Connor, despite his flaws, and so did she.