Chapter 12

The Dance Department's coursework was heavier than Laura had imagined. Every morning, she and her classmates were already in the practice studio. They stretched their legs, flexed their shoulders, and repeated dull yet indispensable basic training. Sweat often soaked through her leotard, and the afternoons were filled with endless combination rehearsals. Her body was exhausted, yet her heart felt strangely full and calm. The memories that had taken root deep within her, those that she was unwilling to touch, were temporarily shut out. Her roommates were all kind. They went together to brave the crowded cafeteria and huddled under the covers after lights-out to whisper about gossip. When Laura occasionally stared out the window in silence, they wordlessly chose not to disturb her, quietly leaving a cup of warm milk on her desk instead. This perfectly balanced companionship and space made Laura feel both comfortable and grateful. The Dance Club held two regular activities each week