My sister broke my grandfather’s violin less than twenty minutes before the most important performance of my life. Vanessa had demanded the emerald dress I had bought specifically for the concert, and when I refused, she grabbed my violin and snapped it over her knee. Then she looked at the shattered instrument and said, “Maybe now you’ll stop being so selfish.” My mother stood nearby and told me not to make a scene because Vanessa was emotional.

What neither of them knew was that the violin was worth around $80,000—and that my grandfather had entrusted it to me after teaching me to play. That evening, I was supposed to perform Sibelius with the New York Metropolitan Youth Orchestra in front of critics, donors, and conservatory directors. Vanessa smiled when she told me to call the conductor and cancel. Instead, I carefully placed the broken pieces inside their case and headed backstage….