“Have you considered other options?” “Yes,” I murmur. “But every single one feels like defeat.” “Other professional ballerinas must have changed careers,” he says. He reaches down and grabs my knee, pulling my leg over his body until I’m half-draped over him. “What have they gone on to do?” That question makes my tears slow. “Their lives are pretty varied. If they were fairly famous, some have become… experts in the field. But most… I don’t know.” “Can you contact one of them? Ask for advice?” I blink against his shirt. “Yes. I suppose.” “Good,” he murmurs. His right hand drifts over my head,
...more
