"I had promised, Emrys, that we would do a duet. He can play piano and I was going play my violin. The music room is on the bottom floor, Emrys' floor, the one he cleans. So I go in the room and open my violin case and one the strings a broken. I had just replaced a string not a week ago when I tuned it. It had to be Emrys and I just saw read." He put his hands in his lap, looking down at them.
"I was so mad I didn't even give him a chance to speak and explain why he had been looking at my violin. I just launched into a punishment, one fueled by anger and rage. I have never felt that out of control since..." he paused, he didn't want to talk about that time but the box had already been opened. "Since the day my mother was killed."