“Don’t feel like dancing,” she mumbled, but he didn’t listen. He never listened. She’d hardly gotten the words out before he shoved her into a waltz. Her feet moved through the motions, nearly disconnected from her mind.

She never wanted to dance, but he didn’t care. His life was about him.

Her life was about him. Trapped in an endless shuffle to music she long ago grew to despise, she tried not to think about what always came next.

Sometimes he wanted to do more than dance.