"Avram, I don't want to," Aspen said, sharp as a slap. She moved to sit down again, a slight but persistent trembling in the backs of her knees, and after a moment she bowed her head forward and rested it against the music stand. Her long fingers were stark white when she pushed them into her damp hair, looking down at the keys.
"Sorry," she whispered. "Sorry, that was too much. I had bad sleep too."