C68 Boundaries Between Us

Amelie's POV.

An old man sat in a rickety chair. He seemed to be looking towards the entrance of his house with his lips smiling broadly.

His hands were raised and open as if to receive a hug. A pair of sparkling eyes looked at me.

My forehead frowned when he mentioned someone's name. I even looked back, maybe there was someone behind me who he called Violin.

"She's not a Violin, Dad