Everything in my life had led up to this moment. Every hour at the barre. Every broken toenail—and toe, every month of rehab after the accident, even the tendinitis that never seemed to actually heal. For this role on this stage with this company, I’d sacrificed my body, my time, my mental health, and any semblance of a normal relationship with the very woman I was desperate to make proud tonight. I’d sacrificed him. A familiar ache pulsed in time with my heartbeat, far more painful than the needle’s bite. Or had he sacrificed me? My
