Maya looked down at her hands, then at the sheet music still sitting on her stand. The paper was no longer pristine. It was beginning to yellow at the edges. And in the top right corner, a new pencil mark had appeared, written in a spidery, desperate script she could finally read:
"For Kasia—who will know what to do."
The paper slid out of her laser printer warm, smelling faintly of ozone. She placed it on the stand, sat down, and played the first measure. pdfcoffee sheet music