The Barefoot Boy’s Dance Revealed Her Father’s Hidden Fear

toward Isabella as if he had been listening to her from another room.

Marcus stood.

“Who are you?”

The boy ignored him.

Not rudely.

Completely.

He looked at Isabella.

“You want to dance?”

She stared.

“Yes.”

Marcus stepped forward.

“That’s enough.”

The boy finally looked at him.

“Why?”

That one word angered Marcus more than defiance would have.

“Because you don’t continue reading …