Chapter 43
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The red curtain rises.
The entire cast assembles on stage for the opening number.
And then, one by one, they twirl away.
It's time for Tara's aria.
She steps to the front of the stage in that rich velvet jacket, her gorgeous hair tucked under a cap to better look the role of the cabin boy.
Posey wriggles into my lap to get a better glimpse.
“There’s Tara, Daddy!"
"Shhhh."
All I can do is hold my daughter close and listen to Tara's beautiful voice fill the theater, every note ripping me open.
It's one thing for Rudin and me to appreciate Tara's dulcet tone.
But from what I can see, everyone's fallen under Tara's spell.
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