“You said you liked it.”
“I do. Dad, I wanted you to come watch me skate. I didn’t say I wanted to leave Mom.”
He stared at her.
“I thought this was your dream.”
She said it so quietly that everyone leaned toward her.
“I wanted you.”
Cecilia’s voice didn’t rise. She said it so quietly that everyone leaned toward her. Dawson looked at the floor, and nobody hurried to fill the silence.
Richard looked at his son.
The next morning, I called Martin to tell him Cecilia would not apply.
“I should’ve supported your skating when you were young,” he said. “But you can’t make Cecilia live the life you wanted.”
Dawson sat down. For once, he had nothing to say.
The next morning, I called Martin to tell him Cecilia would not apply. He confirmed Cecilia had not been enrolled. The six thousand dollars was nonrefundable under the agreement Dawson had signed, and we owed nothing more.