Trying not to disturb Sadie mid-routine—because I can tell it’s full-out from the intensity of her movements, the artistry so beautifully woven into it that it makes my chest ache. I clench my fists to trap the anxious monster in my head that’s so desperate for more of her, worried if I even stare too long at her, I won’t be able to stop myself from doing something insane—like pinning her to the boards again. Or seeing how light she is in my hands. Could I hold her up with one hand while the other presses—
