Burn It All: A Woman Reclaimed

' s priceless Martin guitar to his int

ed it a

gift from my late grandmother, a celebrated Bl

of Sabrina Chavez, a gir

wide and fake for the crowd of te

" she gushed, her voice dripping with fa

beaming. "You earned it, Sabrina. Your dedic

ne. My heart hammered against my ribs, a painful, heavy beat. I felt the eyes of

ar. She didn't know how to hold it. Her movements were cl

cal little laugh, sh

slipped fro

ck that echoed through the sudden silence. The beautiful, aged

gasp went thr

wide with fake horror. "Oh my god, I

l I could see was the broken instrument on the flo

t even glancing at the guitar. "Ar

of annoyance. "Jocelyn, don't just s

e harder than a

spered, my voice trembling.

Your grandmother was just some hick musician from Tennessee. This is Aus

I had moved across the country for, the man I had put my own dreams on hold to

idn't ev

of strangers, I decided it was over. N

n it all to