“Can I see you dance?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “Really? You want to see me?”
“If you want me to.”
She smiled—a real smile I hadn’t seen in months.
“Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.”
Mike smiled too.
That weekend, we sat down as a family. Vivian dropped some AP classes and kept dancing for as long as she wanted.
Her future was still bright—but now, she could live in the present too.
And later that week, I watched my daughter dance.
