She clutched the sheets to her chest, feeling her heart beating in time with his. He played a song that she knew was a favourite of his, None but the Lonely Heart—a melancholic, Romantic piece by Tchaikovsky—and she wondered if his heart still remained lonely when he was with her, when they were the closest they could be. She knew it mustn’t be true even as her heart broke at the mere thought of his dissatisfaction with her.