“It’s none of your business! Just leave me alone!”
She’d never spoken to me that way.
That night, I asked Scott to question Derek.
I stepped aside, more shocked than angry.
That night, I asked Scott to question Derek.
“About a drive-through argument?”
“About why Audrey was crying.”
“You’re reading too much into it. I’ve known Derek thirty years.”
I slept badly.
As the others filed out, a woman with a clipboard approached.
The next afternoon, I swapped shifts and drove to the studio without telling Scott. I wanted to speak to Audrey alone.
I arrived as class ended. Through the glass, I scanned the dancers at the barre. Audrey wasn’t there.
As the others filed out, a woman with a clipboard approached.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m Audrey’s mother. Is she in another room?”
The woman introduced herself as Ms. Alvarez, Audrey’s teacher.
