why I’d followed him.
“But with every lesson, he got a little braver,” he added. “I’d come home dying to tell you about it, about how I was helping an old man fulfill his dream of learning to dance for his sweetheart. But then I’d remember I promised him I’d keep it a secret.”
He let out a slow breath.
“The worst part?”
I looked at him. “Yeah?”
“I hated continue reading …