My Husband Kept a Secret Apartment for Decades-I Thought It Was Betrayal… Until I Stepped Inside

In the center of the room stood an upright piano. Dark wood. Polished. Beautiful.

The walls were lined with shelves filled with sheet music, recordings, and books about music theory.

On the piano bench sat neatly stacked sheet music.

I picked up one of the pieces.

“Clair de Lune” by Debussy.

My favorite.

I’d told Robert that once, decades ago, when I still continue reading …