Thomas noticed her gesture. The ring did not belong on Edith's finger. It tainted both his wife and his vows to his sister. Then there was Edith's comment and for a moment Lucille was a burden on his mind. The piano would always be connected to her. She had always played so beautifully. There was no one who could play quite as well as his sister.
"I am sure it was just the wind," he consoled her against his own judgement. The ghost in the house was stirring. It was restless. He could feel it.