DAHLIA 

“Do you want those?” Zac asked Haven who was comfortable on his hips. 

We’d just finished lunch, plus having the ice cream Haven craved. 

We were taking a little stroll and just talking about random things. The unexpected, annoying incident with my sister and my ex long forgotten. Haven was currently eyeing a pair of deep pink ballet shoes. 

She nodded, her gaze still keen on the set of shoes.

“Do you know how to dance?” Zac questioned. 

Another definite nod. “Yes. I want to go to a ballet class. I see on Mrs. Gregory’s TV. All those girls like me dancing. But mommy doesn’t have money for it.”...