The eerie piano melody echoed in the sunlit parlor one morning. Callum peered over his shoulder as he played and smiled at the lacy bundle in her antique bassinet. She stared around her at the sky mural with its vintage clouds, and the angels trumpeting on the ceiling above. Slowly, her eyelids started to droop over her hazel eyes and her mouth opened in a small o. Her father continued to play as she slept, while her mother seated herself on the top step behind them.

Melia crossed her arms across the azure sash of her cream dress and breathed the aroma of vanilla sandalwood potpourri as she leaned her head against the rail and listened. She stared down at Rose asleep in the bassinet and Callum at the piano until he rose and sneaked to the antique ivory chaise across the room and curled up to sleep.