CHAPTER 19: The Envelope
Elodie's POV
The taxi dropped Chloe off at the small preschool two blocks from our apartment. I forced a bright smile as she waved goodbye.
The moment the door closed, the smile vanished and I sat there staring at nothing. The lean elderly man behind the wheel finally started the engine and drove toward Lincoln Center.
Rehearsal was the only place left that still felt like mine.
I changed into my practice clothes, tying the ribbons of my pointe shoes tighter than usual. The studio already hummed with the sound of other dancers warming up.
Elise stretched at the barre with perfect form, glancing once in my direction before looking away. Robert Fraser stood near the mirrors, clipboard in hand and his expression unreadable.
I took my place at the center of t
