Chapter 160

*LORENZO* “Are we heading to the orphanage?” She shot me a wide-eyed look, then frowns and looks down at her lap. “No. I left when just as I turned eighteen few weeks ago. That’s the rule.” Oh! They were meant to go look after themselves after turning eighteen, it must be rough navigating life with no family. I glanced at her and she seemed to have deflated like a balloon, withdrawing into herself. Shit. A tingle runs down my spine. This must be sensitive for her. I tried to encourage her. “You’re an amazing person, Danica and you’re doing well on.” Hurriedly I continue, “I wanted to ask you, how do you remember each piece so well?” She raised her head, and it was obvious that she was more comfortable with this topic of conversation. She tapped her temple. “I see the music. Like a painting.” “You have a photographic memory?” “Photographic memory? I don’t know. I see the music in colors. It is the colors that help me to remember.” “Wow.” I’ve heard of this. “Synesthesia.” “Syn-a-thee—”