Jonah’s eyes stayed on the piano. His voice was quiet.
“Maybe you should let me decide that.”
Allison’s brows lifted. Amused, not angry. The atrium kept moving around the small cluster. A stroller wheel squeaked. The kiosk steamed.
They Told a Ten-Year-Old to Leave the Station Piano Alone — He Set Down His Backpack and Sat Anyway
They Told a Ten-Year-Old to Leave the Station Piano Alone — He Set Down His Backpack and Sat Anyway
Chapter 3
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