“She comes to the building sometimes,” Ms. Hart said carefully. “But she stopped participating in class.”
“Why?”
Her forehead creased.
“She told me you and your husband decided she wasn’t ready for this level.”
I stared at her.
“We never said that.”
Ms. Hart looked just as confused as I felt.
“Tessa said you didn’t want her auditioning for the spring performance. She said you thought she had been accepted too quickly and needed to step back.”
My hands went cold.
“I’ve been paying her tuition.”
“I know. That was one of the reasons I was confused.”
“Did you tell her she wasn’t good enough?”
“Absolutely not. She was nervous, but she was improving. She belongs in this program.”
I pulled out my phone and opened the payment confirmations.
