Mrs. Starr Lives Alone — Jon Godden

From the very first moment she opened her front door, even the hallway had a darkness about it Meg never remembered before. Couldn't it just be fatigue and the hectic, hurried week in London? The tricks of a tired -- too tired -- mind? But why should there be the lingering smell of cigarette smoke in a room that hadn't been used for five days? And the trace of a dying glow on the kitchen burner? And what about the music -- the faint, inexplicable sound of music that woke her in the night…