at her.
“I’m sorry?”
“She said you and your husband believed she wasn’t ready for advanced ballet.”
I shook my head.
“No. Absolutely not.”
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Ms. Alvarez looked surprised.
“Audrey said it was your decision.”
“I never told her that.”
I pulled out my phone.
“Look. I’ve been paying her tuition. I even asked her about recital auditions.”
Ms. Alvarez examined the screen.
Then she sighed.
“I had a feeling something wasn’t right.”
“Why didn’t anyone contact us?”
“She insisted you’d made the decision and begged me not to intervene. Our office sent messages about her absences.”
I checked my email.
The messages had landed in my spam folder.
I looked up.
“Was Audrey having trouble in class?”
“She’s been nervous about performing, but she’s improving. She earned her place in this program.”
I felt tears gathering in my eyes.
For weeks, my daughter had believed her own parents
