Verena 

Lisa chuckled at the way my face scrunched in worry as I checked again to see if the helmet was properly strapped around Dahlia’s small head. “Are you sure this is safe?”

I wobbled on my own skates while she stood on the rink like a professional, carrying Dahlia in the front baby carrier. “I think you’re going to have a heart attack if I show you videos of me spinning with her on my chest,”

I clutched my pearls—definitely horrified. “I might actually pass out,”

Lisa threw her head back and laughed, hand resting on my shoulder. “Relax Verena. I’ve been dancing, skating, and performing since I was...