Chapter 62
In a storming memory.
The June rain tapped the windows softly, wind howling against the edges of the roof gently, and thunder rolled low, distant yet soothing—something that could lure people into eternal sleep.
The cottage wasn't big, but it was their hideaway, their solace from people, tucked away from their busy noses and monitoring eyes. The cottage was their solace, just the two of them to be with themselves.
Aaron had texted Katherine earlier to meet at their hideout — I'm waiting for you at the cottage. I want to play the new piece I composed.
The text was simple and direct, which made Katherine smile when she received the message in class. She couldn't wait to be with him and listen to his new masterpiece.
Aaron only played piano whenever he was free, and Katherine was the source of his inspiration—though his mother wanted him to branch into music professionally, he didn't like it as a profession.
