For years, I was the only one taking our daughter to skating practice. When my husband finally took over, they suddenly became closer than ever. I thought he’d finally found a way to bond with her. Then her coach called and asked why she hadn’t attended practice in three weeks.
For three weeks, I thought Dawson was finally showing up for our thirteen-year-old daughter. Then her skating coach, Elena, called.
“Cecilia hasn’t been to practice in three weeks.”
Cecilia had loved skating since she was seven.
I checked our family calendar. Dawson had marked every missed session “attended.”
Cecilia had loved skating since she was seven. She used to slide across our kitchen tiles in socks, arms outstretched, while Dawson warned her not to break a lamp.
When she finally learned to balance on real ice, she wanted both of us to see. I watched from the rail while Dawson promised he’d come next time.
