“He said practicing would only make me look desperate.”
Audrey began crying.
“I thought you were ashamed of me.”
I hugged her.
“Never. Not for one second.”
On the drive home, she told me about the evenings she’d spent sitting in the studio lobby or at a nearby café with her homework instead of attending class.
“Why didn’t you tell Dad?”
“He said practicing would only make me look desperate.”
“Was that what you were asking him about yesterday?”
She nodded. “I wanted him to talk to you about letting me audition. He kept saying I needed to accept your decision.”
“Why didn’t you tell Dad?”
“He said Dad agreed.”
Audrey kept checking her phone. Finally, she asked, “Are you going to tell Derek I told you?”
At home, Scott listened without interrupting.
“Yes,” I said. “But you aren’t in trouble.”
