Man Brings Piano To Thrift Store, Then Gets An Unexpected Call From Store Owner

Inside the building

Inside, the air smelled like lemon polish and something faintly medicinal. A woman at the front desk greeted them with a kind but cautious smile.

Paul gave his name, his voice a little too loud in the quiet lobby. The woman nodded knowingly, picking up a phone to call Claire and ask her to meet them in the lobby.