Eliza's main reason for meeting Gwen today was to ask for help finding a safe, affordable place to live.
When she finally returned home, she discovered her landlord had already repossessed her old apartment.
With a job to get back to, she couldn't just crash on Gwen's couch forever.
"Don't sweat it. I'll get you set up with the perfect place!"
True to her word, Eliza refused to just sit around twiddling her thumbs for a month.
She ended her leave of absence and reported back for duty at The Chelsea Dance Academy.
Even though she could no longer dance professionally, she couldn't bear to abandon the industry entirely.
More pressingly, she desperately needed the money.
Her leg required regular physical therapy sessions, and her father's medical bills were piling up.
In truth, part of the reason she had considered giving up and letting the ocean claim her had stemmed from her own inner demons.
People always said a happy childhood could heal a lifetime of pain.
But a traumatic childhood required a lifetime to heal.
And she figured she belonged to the category of people who could never be fully fixed.
But the crushing weight of reality meant that the moment she touched down in her home country, she had to dive straight back into the grind.
Her role as a course consultant at the academy was technically administrative, but it functioned much more like a sales position.
Her daily duties involved greeting prospective parents.
Mapping out dance curriculums for their kids, and handling routine paperwork.
Thankfully, her boss at Chelsea was incredibly understanding.
Eliza had always been a stellar employee, so management welcomed her back without a fuss.
Most of the students were kids between the ages of four and twelve, brimming with innocent, boundless energy.
Being surrounded by their laughter every day felt like a small dose of therapy.
Watching them clumsily yet adorably mimic their teachers' movements brought Eliza a profound sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time.
But life always had a funny way of swinging a sledgehammer at your reality when you least expected it.
A cruel reminder that she was never truly meant to be happy.
First thing Monday morning, right after she finished registering a new student, an unknown number popped up on her screen.


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