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

that night?”

“Every day.”

“Me too.”

His smile faded.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know that too.”

She reached for his hand.

“Come dance.”

He blinked.

“With you?”

“No, with the chandelier. Yes, with me.”

“I don’t want to step wrong.”

“You will.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“It should.”

He stood.

She adjusted her chair, then reached out with one hand. The music continue reading …