I did a sort of modified échappé, rising onto the balls of my feet instead of my toes. It seemed to me it might be good for their arches and reduce the likelihood of hip fractures. I stretched into an arabesque, then bent my raised knee. But the whole thing felt stupid with no music, so I stopped...
I was in a panic, and in that moment all I could think about was getting them to our house with life support. If I was caught then so be it, I’d find some other way to protect Molly. All that mattered now was finding Star. I told them about her agoraphobia, that she hadn’t been left alone in year...