The job wasn’t glamorous—but it was steady.
One place. Not two.
That night, after Lily fell asleep, my mom and I read every line of the contract.
Waiting for a catch that never came.
That was a year ago.
I still wake up early. Still smell like cleaning supplies.
But I make it to every class. Every recital.
Lily dances harder than ever.
And sometimes, when I watch her, I swear I can feel Emma clapping for us.
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