Afraid to Love Again
Eli comes up to her and shakes her hand, smiling charmingly.
"Okay, let’s get started, Sophia, and if you want to do a session too, Ms. Callie, I’d be honored."
He winks and takes us onto the floor without another word.
After a trying session, I sit cross-legged on the floor as I watch Callie take the mats, her hair pulled up and a pair of white ballet flats on her feet.
An instrumental of a Cindy Lauper song plays and Callie closes her eyes, finding her center. She moves across the floor gracefully, never missing a step.
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