Chapter 5

Ethan's voice echoed through the spacious music room, carrying a sense of impending doom.

Madeline froze, her fingers still pressed on the keys, producing a harsh, discordant note.

She glanced at Ethan, feeling a bit wronged and confused. Then she said, "Ethan, why are you being so harsh? I was trying to help Claire have some fun. After all, your brother is always busy with work..."

"Fun? You think making the Young Maestro play 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star' counts as fun?" Ethan scoffed, like he'd heard the most absurd joke.

He strode over, pointing at my hands, which were absentmindedly…