“So now you’re checking on me?”
“Checking on you? Tessa, your teacher just told me you haven’t danced in two weeks.”
“You know why!”
“No. I don’t.”
She gave me a look filled with so much hurt that I almost forgot my anger.
“You wanted me to quit.”
“What?”
“Don’t pretend.”
“Tessa, I never told you to quit ballet.”
“Yes, you did.”
“When?”
She opened her mouth, then stopped.
Finally she whispered, “Colin told me.”
Everything around me seemed to go quiet.
“What did Colin tell you?”
Her eyes filled.
“He said you and Dad talked about it with him. He said you both thought I wasn’t ready, but you were scared I’d fall apart if you told me.”
I pulled out my phone again.
