From The Price of Extension
by Esi Noire
Nomi opened Freddie’s trumpet case.
Inside: no sheet music. Just a note in his handwriting:
“If she ever opens this again… she’s ready.
Remind her who she is.”
Mrs. M crossed the room without her cane and sat across from Nomi.
“I didn’t know he wrote that.”
“You weren’t supposed to know. Not yet.”
Later, the boy asked, “Is that yours?”
“No,” Nomi said. “It’s his.”
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