“Would You Dance With Me?”
Then the music began. The wedding waltz. The song that should have been his first dance.
Valentina stood up, walked toward him, and extended her hand. “Would you dance with me?”
Alexander thought she was joking. “I can’t dance,” he replied softly.
She smiled—confidently, not sadly. “Dancing isn’t about legs,” she said. “It’s about souls.”
Before he could stop himself, Alexander took her hand. She slowly moved his wheelchair across the floor. Aurora twirled around them, laughing. Alexander laughed too. For the first time in months.
