“You keep fighting, that’s what you do. You keep dancing. You embrace the warrior within you, the one that danced on the table in Tales and brought the four of us to our goddamn knees. You funnel that girl still within you who took the punches and the kicks from that motherfucker and survived them.” “It’s not as simple as that,” I say, balling my fists. “It is that simple. You dance. You fight. You win. End of.” “But how can I dance knowing what he’s done, what he wants to do? How can I carry on like nothing’s happened? Tell me, how?” I ask Dax,
