CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE – THE MUSIC ROOM

This space, a masterpiece of elegant design and superior acoustics, had been her late husband Ethan's pride and joy. It was here, amidst the warm embrace of rich wood paneling and an array of meticulously curated instruments, that he had found his truest joy and creative expression. As Madison's fingers traced the familiar contours of Ethan's prized violin, a bittersweet ache blossomed in her chest. In the years since his passing, this room had become a sacred space – a haven where she could lose herself in the timeless melodies that had once filled his heart with such profound rapture. Gently lifting the instrument to her shoulder, Madison drew the bow across the strings, coaxing forth a rich, melancholic tune that seemed to give voice to the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. Note by note, the tension began to bleed from her body, replaced by a sense of reverence and profound connection to the man whose legacy she had vowed to uphold. So lost was she in the music that she fa