Trixy's POV
Several weeks had passed since everything changed.
The afternoon breeze drifted gently across the veranda outside my bedroom. I sat alone on a wrought-iron chair, my acoustic guitar resting comfortably on my lap. My fingers absentmindedly brushed across the strings, creating a soft melody that echoed through the quiet afternoon.
Music had always been my escape.
Lately, however, even the songs I loved carried traces of memories I wished I could forget.
The vibration of my phone pulled me away from my thoughts.
I reached over to the small table beside me and picked it up. A smile unconsciously formed on my lips when I saw the sender.
Ange.
She was the lead vocalist of our band.
She had sent me a video.
Curious, I tapped the screen.
The video opened to a breathtaking scene.
