Chapter 7 - THE BODY REMEMBERS
The investigation moved slowly. Richard’s false identity was confirmed, but his location remained uncertain. Meanwhile, the video of my dance spread online. Former competitors contacted me, and the federation invited me to its annual gala.
My leg had begun swelling after the performance. My specialist ordered rest and physical therapy. I was not twenty-four anymore, and pride was not a treatment.
Ethan visited with groceries. He listened while I explained that I missed the person I had been before the accident: the certainty that my body would do what I asked, the music, and the quiet moment before stepping onto a floor.
At the old studio, I took one step, then another, then a slow turn. My knee trembled, but I stayed upright. For the first time in twelve years, I danced because the music was mine, not because I had to prove I could win.
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A reporter waited outside. “Is it true the Ashford family paid to destroy your career?”
I looked at Ethan. The past was no longer staying quiet.
