Grace dances because she’s good at it. It’s the only thing she’s good at.
She doesn’t know how to be a good person or how to love. She doesn’t know how to be a good friend.
(She does know. Only it doesn’t last after the jealousy rises up inside her to fight against being abandoned again—and again, and again, and again.)
Her mother fractured under the weight of her own genius, and they’re waiting for Grace to do the same. (Is she manic to suit them? To perform?)
She dances because there, at least, she knows exactly what to do.0