After the shopping trip I hailed a cab and went home. After I told Maddie my maid where to put stuff I went into my piano room a room on the roof with a glass roof and three window walls it was my only escape, the last thing my mom had given me before her disappearance the grand piano that I was playing, I had many about 5 grands 3 uprights and 2 keyboards but the simple shining black baby grand that my mom had bought for my elementary school graduation as valedictorian was my baby, only I and the tuner could touch it and even then he was under constant supervision, I rubbed her down every three days and once a month I got her tuned. Right beside it is my first piano which was my moms so I don't touch it. I've been playing since kindergarten. So that makes 11 years.
