Dancing to that song was an explosion of nostalgia. My mom and dad, twirling and spinning and laughing. The happiness that exuded from the pair of them was infectious. Sol wasn’t joking about getting better at dancing.
The amount of times we twirled each other round until we were dizzy as little boys, sometimes falling to the floor, or on top of each other whilst my father dipped my mother low and made her laugh.
It’s been so long since I allowed myself to think about those days.
Now I’m hand in hand with the only woman I’ve ever danced to that damn song with. The woman making me think about risk as a chance instead of a thing to avoid.
“Do you think your dad will be asleep by now?” Cora checks. “It’s like nine o’clock.”
“I don’t know. But if it’s okay I’d like to give it a try.”
Co
