For a second, I thought it was Robyn, feeling the base of classical music instead of her usual death metal, but this thought didn't quench my need to go investigate. As I approached the piano room, the music got louder, and I was able to recognise the repeat of a handful of notes from the violin player. I stood in the arch of the open doors and watched Mia playing at her grand piano, a wide grin on her face, with Mrs Borski to the side, occasionally correcting a note change, but was otherwise focused on the violin player.
