The Dancer – Excerpt One
Gabby hadn’t been inside her father’s office in years and not much had changed. His oversized mahogany desk looked like the aftermath of a windstorm – littered with vinyl records, CDs, and a mountain of paper.
The wall lined with photos caught her attention; she hadn’t seen them in years. What’s that her father? He looked impossibly young – the camera catching him mid action, after a performance as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The look on his face wasn’t something she’d never seen. He looked happy