"Namaste," I said, bowing to the class. As usual, the students broke out in appreciative applause. I smiled and made small talk as they milled around, sipping expensive bottled water and complimenting themselves on surviving another class prior to leaving.

This was the last class of the day. I looked out of the studio entrance and saw Trevor, my older brother, by the deserted front counter. He lifted his wrist and tapped it impatiently as though pointing to a watch he didn't wear. I held up a finger and nodded. Trevor rolled his eyes.

The only reason Trevor was here is that I'd been in a teeny little car accident...