He finally got home around eight that night. I was lying on the floor, my legs resting on the piano as I playfully pressed the keys out of tune with my toes just to get his attention. And it worked. He walked over and stopped right in front of me and watched me. His eyes slowly moved over me. Then he gently caressed my cheek with his rough hand. I felt his hand tremble. If I was his mistake, then he was mine, too.