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The ranch owner quickly understood. “You’re referring to George. I know him well; he’s my neighbor. The violin you mentioned was crafted for Benson, right?”

Elyse’s expression clouded with uncertainty as she muttered, “Benson?”

The woman who owned the ranch reminisced, “That’s correct. George handcrafted a violin that was meant for Benson. Unfortunately, the process took longer than expected, and Benson had to leave. He couldn’t wait around.

So, they made a plan: Benson would return to pick it up once it was done.”

She hesitated, her smile tinged with sadness. “But Benson never came back. Nearly three decades have passed, and George has waited all that time. No one knows what became of him.”

Elyse kept quiet, unsure of how to respond.

expected George to sell the violin long ago. But he

tilted her head. “Did Benson leave a contact number? Did

and at first, we were able to reach him. But one day, the line went dead. We had no

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shame. If only there had been a way to

seeing Benson when I was a child. He

a sip of her warm

could play, and George was a violin maker. They found common ground. That’s when George began to think of

Elyse asked, “Was Benson any good

earnestly, “He was incredibly talented. Every time he played, it felt like

perform for me, and he was kind enough to do it

continued, “Do you remember what

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