Chapter 7
Cori fell against her bed and released the breath she’d been holding. She hadn’t meant to stay long at her parents’ house. All she was supposed to do was grab the clothes her mother had washed and head back over to her dorm.
Had she not found the shoebox full of love letters she’d written to Theo when she was younger, she would have come back sooner. At least they were ashes now, never to be seen by his eyes, or worse, Cassie’s.
If only she could burn the bill in her hand too.
This damn professional dance course was going to break her, but if she kept at it, she’d have more than a degree backing her when she went to open her own studio. She’d have the support of some of the best dancers and instructors in the industry.
Rifling through the papers, she came across the new lett
