Not long to go now...

Up above the world so high…

Throughout my life, my whimsical imagination got me through the pain of more than one loss. After escaping to London, men were merely specks of dust below me. Thousands of people flocked to see me dance, but not in the way I had envisioned.

The moment I saw David’s haunted eyes, everything else faded into oblivion. His hands, in reality, were far more talented than my wildest desires could have ever imagined. We were worlds apart on paper—but our hearts had many identical fractures.

I would have given anything to be blessed with a gift like his. He would have given anything to return it.