Victor Morgan was standing in the courtyard, not far from the bedroom.
He had a violin tucked under his chin, still wearing the wool overcoat he'd come home in.
The man looked impeccably dressed, and there was a certain seriousness to his posture, even as he played.
Apparently noticing that the bedroom curtain had been pulled open from the inside, Victor Morgan took two steps closer to the window.
The sound of *Nocturne* reached Jessie Sterling's ears, becoming much clearer.
Jessie Sterling didn't get out of bed. She sat on the edge, watching the man on the other side of the window, her eyes sparkling.
'Victor Morgan is actually playing the violin for me!'
She'd almost forgotten asking Victor Morgan what he could do back on their honeymoon.
Back then, Victor Morgan had promised he'd play for her one day. She never imagined she would hear his music so unexpectedly tonight.
