Years of dance, yet she still half-assed basic stretches without a teacher's help, clueless of the effort behind their strictness.
"Sure, as of today, consider yourself unenrolled."
My laid-back response left her incredulous as she probed further, "Tomorrow after school, I'm hitting the gaming café with Jake, might be back late."
I simply nodded, showing it was no issue.
"Fine by me. Maybe your dad can buy you both a computer; bring your boyfriend over, I won't mind."
Encouraged, she threw out a list of usually unreasonable demands, to which I nonchalantly nodded. I heard her, but whether I'd act was another story.
Surprised by her newfound freedom, she cautiously moved towards her room, noticing I didn't scold her to practice like before. Satisfied, she dove into her gaming session.
With no time to fuss over her, I turned my attention to finding a good rehab center; years without dancing had taken their toll.
After setting everything up, I met with a lawyer in a plush restaurant to talk divorce—it had been too long since I'd dined out properly.