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00:00My name is Layla Romanova.
00:01I was once the principal dancer of the New York Ballet.
00:04My name appeared on the Playbuilds at Lincoln Center.
00:06My photo hung on the honor wall backstage
00:07and my toes have touched every inch of the stage in Swan Lake.
00:10I thought I would dance until I was 40,
00:12then step gracefully behind the scenes as a ballet teacher.
00:15But fate didn't give me that chance.
00:18During a rehearsal of Giselle,
00:19I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and collapsed on stage.
00:22The doctor's diagnosis, torn ligaments,
00:24accompanied by unexplained muscle atrophy.
00:27They said it might be the result of long-term high-intensity training
00:30or possibly a side effect of some medication.
00:33I didn't care at the time.
00:34My boyfriend, Victor Grev,
00:35the youngest private equity partner in Manhattan,
00:37had me admitted to his private sanitarium immediately.
00:39He said it had the best therapists,
00:41the most advanced equipment,
00:43and the quietest environment in all of New York.
00:45Layla, you don't have to think about anything.
00:47Just focus on recovering.
00:49I'll be with you always.
00:50I believed him.
00:51Like a bird with a broken wing,
00:53I was gently picked up and placed in a gilded cage.
00:55The sanitarium was in a manor house in the Hudson Valley,
00:57surrounded by barbed wire fences and guarded at the gate.
00:59I thought it was to protect my privacy since I was a public figure.
01:02Later, I learned the wall wasn't to keep the paparazzi out.
01:04It was to keep me in.
01:05Victor visited me once a week,
01:07bringing a bouquet of white roses each time,
01:09sitting by my bed and asking after my health.
01:11He told the nurses to take good care of me,
01:12the doctors to use the best medicine,
01:14and the therapists to get me back on my feet as soon as Newly.
01:16Everyone thought he was the perfect boyfriend.
01:18But his perfection,
01:19just like the perfection in my last relationship,
01:21began to feel wrong.
01:22My therapist was a quiet woman,
01:24around 30,
01:25slender,
01:26with almost no expression on her face.
01:28Her name tag read Kayla Mendez,
01:31physical therapist.
01:33She showed up in my room on time every day,
01:35pushed me through rehabilitation exercises,
01:38never small talked,
01:39never smiled,
01:40and never ate lunch with the other nurses.
01:44At first, I thought she was strange.
01:46Aren't therapists supposed to be sunny
01:47and always saying,
01:49you can do it?
01:49Kayla was not.
01:50When she stretched my ankle,
01:52her strength was so great
01:54that it brought tears to my eyes.
01:56But she never apologized.
01:58She would only ease up a little
02:00when I said,
02:01it hurts,
02:02then continue.
02:03Were you in the military?
02:06Three more sets.
02:07But one thing caught my attention.
02:09Every time Victor came to visit,
02:11Kayla disappeared.
02:12Not by accident,
02:14every single time.
02:15Like an alert cat,
02:17she hid in the treatment room
02:18at the sound of his footsteps
02:19and only came out
02:20once his car was through the gate.
02:23Why isn't Kayla here?
02:25Kayla doesn't like dealing with relatives,
02:27but her eyes betrayed her.
02:29In front of Victor,
02:30her look was not disgust,
02:32it was fear.
02:33I began secretly recording
02:34my medication at night.
02:36The pills Victor gave me,
02:37two a day,
02:38were supposed to protect my muscles
02:40and prevent atrophy.
02:41One day,
02:42while the nurse was changing shifts,
02:43I hid one pill
02:44and asked a volunteer friend
02:45to have it tested.
02:47The results showed the drug
02:48contained a rare
02:49chorosterol dunstroid
02:50that caused muscle atrophy
02:51and ospiporososis
02:53with long-term use.
02:54This was not treatment,
02:55it was accelerated destruction.
02:57I leaned against the bed,
02:58clutching the lab report,
03:00my nails digging into my palm.
03:01The Hudson Valley sunset
03:02was beautiful outside the window,
03:04but I felt cold,
03:05not cold in my body,
03:07cold in my heart.
03:08I dialed my lawyer's number,
03:09but hung up once it connected,
03:11because I wasn't sure
03:12if the phones in the sanatorium
03:13were bugged.
03:14I needed help,
03:16someone I could trust.
03:17I looked around
03:18and my eyes fell
03:19at the rehabilitation log
03:20in the corner,
03:21signed,
03:22Kayla Mendez.
03:24I decided to start with Kayla,
03:26not by asking if she'd help me,
03:28but by first figuring out
03:29who she was.
03:30I searched all the sanitarians'
03:32public files
03:33and found Kayla's
03:34employment record.
03:35Education,
03:36Masters in Rehabilitation Medicine,
03:38Columbia University,
03:39work experience,
03:40three years at another
03:41private rehabilitation center,
03:43reference,
03:44none.
03:45In her photo,
03:46she was younger,
03:46but still unsmiling.
03:48Her pupils were dark brown,
03:49just like mine.
03:50One day after therapy,
03:52I said casually,
03:53Your eyes are the same color as mine.
03:54Her hands paused
03:55as she packed up the equipment,
03:56then she continued,
03:58My mother's were also dark brown,
03:59I went on,
04:00but she's gone.
04:01Kayla didn't reply.
04:03She rolled up the resistance band,
04:04put it in the cabinet,
04:05and turned to leave.
04:06I said one sentence behind her,
04:09Have you ever heard the name Natalia?
04:11She stopped.
04:13The doorknob stayed in her hand
04:15for a long time.
04:16She didn't turn around,
04:17but her shoulders trembled slightly.
04:20That night,
04:20Kayla knocked on my door.
04:22She stood in the doorway,
04:23didn't come in,
04:24just slipped an envelope
04:25into my hand
04:26and turned away.
04:26Inside was a photo,
04:28with a line written on the back.
04:30This was taken the day
04:31I was given away at age five.
04:33She didn't know
04:34I took this with me.
04:35On the front was a little girl
04:36with tears on her face,
04:37and behind her stood
04:39a young woman.
04:40That young woman was my mother.
04:43I looked at the photo
04:44over and over,
04:45then pressed it to my chest
04:47and cried.
04:48The next day,
04:49when Kayla came for therapy,
04:50I didn't mention the photo,
04:51and neither did she.
04:52But when she stretched my ankle,
04:54her touch was gentler.
04:55When I hurt,
04:56she no longer said
04:57three more sets.
04:58Instead, she said,
04:59Endure it.
05:00It'll be over soon.
05:01Just bear with it.
05:02It'll be over soon.
05:03That was the first time
05:04I heard her say endure
05:05instead of persist.
05:07Endure and persist
05:07are not the same.
05:08Endure means she knows
05:09you're in pain.
05:10Persist means she doesn't care
05:12if you're in pain.
05:13I suddenly thought
05:13this quiet woman
05:14might be the last family
05:15I had in the world.
05:17In the days that followed,
05:18I asked Kayla
05:19about her past indirectly.
05:21She told me she was sent
05:22to a foster home
05:23by her mother
05:24when she was little,
05:25then moved between
05:26foster families
05:27and put herself
05:28through college at 18.
05:29She spoke without expression,
05:31like reading a report.
05:33Do you hate her?
05:34I did.
05:35Then I learned
05:36she didn't abandon me,
05:37she couldn't afford
05:38to keep me.
05:39My father was an alcoholic
05:40who beat her and beat me.
05:43She sent me away
05:44to let me survive.
05:45She wanted to see me
05:46one last time
05:47before she died,
05:48but by the time
05:48I got the message
05:49she was already buried,
05:50I took her hand.
05:52Her hands were rough,
05:53with prominent knuckles,
05:55marks from years
05:56of physical labor.
05:57Mine had once been
05:58a dancer's hands,
05:59but now they were pale
06:00and soft from lying
06:01in bed for so long.
06:02When we held each other,
06:03it was like two people
06:04from different worlds
06:05meeting.
06:06She's our mother.
06:08Do you know that?
06:09For the first time,
06:11Kayla looked directly
06:12into my eyes.
06:13Tears glistened
06:14in those dark brown eyes,
06:16just like mine.
06:17I know,
06:18I knew the first day
06:19I saw you,
06:20you look like her.
06:21I applied for this job
06:23just to meet you.
06:24I wanted to see
06:25what life was like
06:26for the daughter
06:26she kept and raised.
06:29Now I know,
06:30you're not doing well either.
06:32A little better than you,
06:33at least I knew her
06:34and lived with her
06:34for 15 years.
06:36Therapy's over for today,
06:38same time tomorrow.
06:39Layla,
06:40I'll get you out of here.
06:41From that day on,
06:42Kayla and I began
06:43a secret plan.
06:44She came to my room
06:45every day for therapy,
06:46door closed,
06:47curtains drawn.
06:47We sat facing each other,
06:48seemingly doing stretches
06:49and muscle training,
06:50but actually exchanging
06:51information and rehearsing
06:52the plan.
06:52Kayla told me
06:53the San of there,
06:53on the surface,
06:54a high-end rehabilitation
06:55for secrets.
06:56His ex-girlfriend,
06:57former partner,
06:57and investor he had cheated.
06:58From that day on,
06:59Kayla and I began
07:00a secret plan.
07:01She came to my room
07:02every day for therapy,
07:03door closed,
07:03curtains drawn.
07:04We sat facing each other,
07:05seemingly doing stretches
07:06and muscle training,
07:07but actually exchanging
07:08information and rehearsing
07:09the plan.
07:10Kayla made the Sanatorium,
07:11on the surface,
07:11a high-end rehabilitation
07:12facility,
07:13was actually a place
07:14Victor used to hold people.
07:15Six patients lived there,
07:16all people who had once
07:17known Victor's secrets.
07:18His ex-girlfriend,
07:19former partner investor
07:20he had cheated.
07:20They were controlled
07:21with drugs,
07:21confined to their rooms,
07:22and given regular treatment.
07:23The so-called treatment
07:24was injecting them
07:25with sedatives
07:25to keep them quiet and a few.
07:26How do you know all this?
07:27I've worked here for two years,
07:28and I help them.
07:28They tell me the truth
07:29in bits and pieces.
07:30There's a man named Richard,
07:31Victor's former lawyer.
07:32Victor broke his hand,
07:33and they said it was
07:33a car accident
07:34when he was brought in.
07:35But Richard told me
07:36it was because he refused
07:37to sign money-laundering
07:38documents for Victor.
07:39This is evidence
07:40Richard hid for a long time.
07:41He said if you can escape,
07:42give this to the federal prosecutor.
07:44It is not so interesting.
07:45He doesn't want Victor
07:46to keep hurting people.
07:47But there's no way out now.
07:48She looked at me,
07:49and a light flashed
07:51in those eyes
07:51that matched mine.
07:52We're switching identities.
07:54You become me,
07:55I become you.
07:55Switch identities.
07:56Four simple words,
07:57but countless details
07:58were needed.
07:58Kayla was two inches taller
08:00and puffy from being
08:01bed with me.
08:02My haze was long,
08:02hers brown.
08:03But we had one biggest similarity,
08:05our eyes,
08:06and the shape of our brow bones.
08:07Give me time,
08:08and I can dye your hair my color
08:09and change your makeup
08:10to look like me.
08:11You also have to learn
08:12to copy my walk.
08:13I take smaller steps,
08:14I push therapy equipment
08:14sideways all day,
08:15so my right shoulder
08:16is lower than my left.
08:17But she was serious.
08:18She took out a small notebook,
08:19filled with epitome,
08:20wide language,
08:21downland plans,
08:21even weather turnatives.
08:22If it rained,
08:23the side gate guard would doze off
08:24because the rain covered
08:25the alarm on the surveillance.
08:26Were you ever a spy?
08:27Kayla smiled for the first time.
08:30Short,
08:30but genuine.
08:31Not a spy,
08:32a foster kid.
08:33Her smile faded.
08:34When you run from one home
08:34to another,
08:35you learn a lot of things.
08:36This is different.
08:37This time I'm not running away,
08:38I'm going back with you.
08:39Blood is strange.
08:41It doesn't speak.
08:42I'll get you out of here.
08:43Not I wanna help,
08:44not I'll try,
08:45I will.
08:45During preparation,
08:46we began small tasks.
08:48Every day,
08:49Kayla stole one sedative
08:50from the pharmacy
08:51and hid it in her locker.
08:53She said the drugs
08:55would be used
08:55on the day of the plan,
08:56spiked in the security guard's water
08:58to put them to sleep
08:59for two hours.
09:00She also took small,
09:02unnoticeable parts
09:02from therapy equipment,
09:04which could be modified
09:05into lockpicking tools.
09:06I didn't ask
09:07how she learned to pick locks.
09:08Some answers
09:09are better left unknown.
09:11I did something too,
09:12pretending my condition
09:13was getting worse.
09:14I started screaming
09:15during therapy,
09:16saying my ankle hurt too much.
09:18I refused to eat,
09:19hid food under my pillow,
09:21then secretly flushed it
09:22down the toilet.
09:23I talked less
09:23to the other nurses,
09:25lay in bed every day,
09:26staring blankly
09:27at the ceiling.
09:28When Victor visited,
09:30I curled up into a ball
09:31and twitched on purpose.
09:33He frowned
09:34and called for the doctor.
09:36The doctor increased my dosage,
09:38but they weren't sedatives.
09:39They were vitamin pills
09:41Kayla had swapped in advance.
09:42The real medicine
09:43was hidden by Kaylee.
09:45Victor stood by the bed,
09:46watching me have an attack,
09:48his face showing irritation
09:50instead of concern.
09:51I heard him say to the doctor,
09:52When will she get better?
09:53I need her to sign
09:54that transfer agreement.
09:56The investors are impatient.
09:57Her condition is unstable.
09:59Give it more time.
09:59Victor slammed the door
10:01and left.
10:02The second the door closed,
10:03I opened one eye.
10:05Kira stood in the corner,
10:06watching me.
10:07Step two of the plan
10:08was complete,
10:09making Victor believe
10:10I had deteriorated
10:12beyond recovery.
10:13The more impatient he got,
10:15the less he would patrol
10:16the sanatorium.
10:17When he was gone,
10:18that's when we'd act.
10:20Next,
10:20Kayla began teaching me
10:21to copy her walk.
10:22Every afternoon,
10:23we locked ourselves
10:23in the treatment room.
10:24No cameras.
10:25Kayla said the camera
10:26in that room
10:26had broken long ago,
10:27and Victor never bothered
10:28fixing it because it was
10:29only used for therapy.
10:30No important patients.
10:31I walked in the center
10:32of the room over and over.
10:33Kayla corrected me
10:34every lap.
10:35Smaller steps,
10:36shoulders down,
10:37don't swing your right hand
10:38too much.
10:38Yes,
10:39like that.
10:39After days of practice,
10:41my legs shook,
10:42not from tiredness,
10:43but because my ankle
10:44still hurt.
10:45Her technique was fessional,
10:47but this time,
10:48time she pressed slowly,
10:49as if feeling every detail
10:51inside my bones.
10:53She said,
10:54your ankle can still be saved.
10:56Stop those drugs,
10:57do proper rehab,
10:57and you can dance on stage
10:58for five minutes,
10:59not a full ballet exit.
11:01I said,
11:02five minutes is enough.
11:03She looked up at me,
11:04and in that look
11:05was something,
11:06not sympathy,
11:06but respect.
11:07Kayla took out two wigs,
11:08a short brown one for me,
11:10a long blod one for herself.
11:11She also prepared foundation,
11:13eyebrow pencils,
11:13and colored contact lenses.
11:15She didn't need to look
11:15exactly like me.
11:16Nurses didn't stare
11:17at patients' faces for long.
11:18They cared more about the numbers
11:19on the Vital Stimes monitor,
11:21and Kayla could tamper
11:22with the monitor.
11:22She wrote key plan details
11:24on a slip of paper
11:25and tucked it in my pillow.
11:26The side gate guard
11:27has an eight-minute gap
11:28between shifts.
11:29We only have eight minutes.
11:30Once you're out,
11:31use this phone
11:32to call this number.
11:32He's the federal prosecutor
11:34handling Victor's case.
11:35Give him the USB drive,
11:36and he'll take care of the rest.
11:38The day of the plan
11:39finally came.
11:39Everything was normal
11:40during the day.
11:41Victor didn't come.
11:42Nurses did their rounds,
11:43delivered food,
11:44gave medicine,
11:45took temperatures.
11:46Kayla came for the final
11:47therapy session
11:48in the afternoon,
11:49seemingly stretching me,
11:50but actually making
11:50final confirmations.
11:52Kayla came for the final
11:53therapy session
11:53in the afternoon,
11:55seemingly stretching me,
11:56but actually making
11:57final confirmations.
11:58I adjusted the thrometer.
11:59Your temperature
12:00will read normal tonight
12:01so the nurses
12:01won't enter your room.
12:02The security guards
12:03in the surveillance room
12:04drank the water I laced.
12:05It'll kick in soon.
12:06You only have
12:07a one-hour window.
12:08That night,
12:08I lay in bed,
12:09the wig under the covers,
12:10makeup hidden in my pillowcase.
12:12Kayla waited
12:13in the next treatment room.
12:14Soon I heard
12:15the nurses changing shifts.
12:16Footsteps faded.
12:17The hallway went quiet.
12:19Kayla pushed the door open,
12:20holding her work bag.
12:21She put the short
12:22brown wig on me,
12:23used foundation
12:23to turn my pale skin
12:25wheat-colored,
12:25drew thick eyebrows,
12:26and put down
12:27contact blanzes.
12:28I looked in the mirror
12:29and saw a stranger.
12:30Kayla put on
12:30the long,
12:31bloody wig,
12:32applied my usual lipstick,
12:33and put on the nightgown
12:34I'd laid out earlier.
12:35From now on,
12:35you're therapist Kayla Mendez
12:37and I'm patient
12:37Layla Romanova.
12:38With that,
12:39she lay on my bed,
12:40pulled the covers up
12:41to her chin,
12:42and closed her eyes.
12:43Her breathing became
12:44slow and steady,
12:45like a deeply sleeping patient.
12:47I stood in front of the bed
12:48and looked at her.
12:49Go.
12:50I took a deep breath,
12:51pushed the door open,
12:52and walked towards
12:52the end of the hallway.
12:53Every step matched
12:54the rhythm Kayla taught me.
12:56Small steps.
12:56I passed the nurse's station.
12:58The on-duty nurse
12:59was looking down at her,
13:00glanced at me once,
13:01then went back to her screen.
13:02It wasn't unusual
13:03for a therapist
13:04to grab equipment
13:04from the treatment room
13:05in the middle of the night.
13:06I passed the surveillance room
13:08and saw through the window
13:09that the guard
13:09was lying on the desk,
13:11head on his arms,
13:12sound asleep.
13:14Kayla's drug had worked.
13:16I timed the side gate
13:17guard's shift perfectly.
13:19The previous guard had left,
13:20the next hadn't arrived.
13:21I stood at the side gate,
13:23palms sweating.
13:24It was a code lock.
13:25Kayla gave me the code,
13:271820,
13:28the year she was taken away
13:29at age five.
13:30She'd never forgotten
13:31that number.
13:32The door opened.
13:33Cold, fresh air
13:34hit my face.
13:35For the first time
13:36in a long time,
13:37I smelled the outside world.
13:38Not disinfectant,
13:40not pills,
13:40dirt,
13:41leaves,
13:42and night wind.
13:42I walked past
13:43the sanitarium walls,
13:45followed the map
13:45Kayla drew me,
13:46crossed a small forest,
13:48and reached the road.
13:49A car waited by the road,
13:51doors unlocked,
13:52keys in the visor.
13:53It was a car
13:54Kayla rented in advance,
13:55using savings
13:56she'd put away
13:57for two years.
13:57It was a car
13:58Kayla rented in advance,
14:00using savings
14:01she'd put away
14:02for two years.
14:03I got in the driver's seat,
14:04started the engine,
14:05and watched the sanatorium
14:06lights grow smaller
14:07in the rearview mirror.
14:08I threw the wig away.
14:10I didn't cry,
14:10not because I wasn't sad,
14:12but because I wasn't free yet.
14:13Escaping wasn't leaving the wall.
14:15It was putting Victor
14:15in prison.
14:16I drove to Manhattan
14:17and found the prosecutor's apartment.
14:19I rang his doorbell
14:21at one in the morning.
14:23He opened the door
14:24in his pajamas and froze.
14:27I'm Leila Romanova.
14:28I have evidence
14:29of Victor Greve's
14:30money laundering
14:31and false imprisonment.
14:32May I come in?
14:33He looked at me
14:34for two seconds,
14:35then opened the door wider.
14:36I walked in,
14:37set the USB drive
14:38on his table,
14:39then collapsed
14:40on the sofa.
14:41Only then
14:42did I start shaking.
14:43Not from fear,
14:44but because I realized
14:45I'd left Kayla alone
14:46in that room.
14:47The prosecutor's name
14:48was Michael O'Brien,
14:50in his 40s,
14:51balding,
14:51with sharp eyes.
14:52He listened to my story,
14:54didn't doubt me,
14:55and immediately called
14:56his assistant
14:56and two federal agents.
14:57He copied the contents
14:58of the USB drive
14:59and his face grew graver
15:01as he read.
15:02Your sister's still inside?
15:04Is she in danger?
15:05She said she can handle it.
15:07She said Victor
15:08only comes once
15:09every three days.
15:10The nurses will find
15:11Leila in her room tomorrow
15:12and not suspect anything.
15:14As long as Victor
15:15doesn't show up,
15:16she has time.
15:17Michael shook his head.
15:18The plan's too risky,
15:20but we can't move now.
15:21No search warrant,
15:22not enough evidence.
15:24I need 48 hours.
15:25I sat in the FBI office,
15:27staring at the clock
15:28on the wall.
15:29The second hand ticked,
15:30like a tiny hammer
15:31that never stopped,
15:32hitting my heart
15:33one beat at a time.
15:34I sent Kayla a text
15:35from the secure phone
15:36Michael gave me,
15:37the number she'd
15:37written down earlier.
15:38Only three words.
15:40Are you safe?
15:41The period at the end
15:42of the message
15:42indicates that she still
15:44had the energy
15:44to pay attention
15:45to puntuant.
15:46I set the phone face down
15:48and exhaled deeply.
15:50What did she say?
15:51She's still there.
15:53Michael
15:54nodded it and stood up.
15:57I'll apply for a search warrant
15:58first thing tomorrow.
15:59Rest here.
16:00Don't go anywhere.
16:01Daybreak came.
16:03Manhattan's morning light
16:04came through the blinds,
16:05drawing stripes on the floor.
16:07I hadn't slept,
16:09but I wasn't tired either.
16:11The adrenaline
16:12was still going.
16:13Micah left for the court
16:14at nine o'clock sharp
16:15and returned soon after
16:16with a search warrant.
16:17His expression was serious.
16:19There's a problem.
16:21Your sister's sister
16:21called the prosecutor's office
16:23this morning.
16:23She said Victor
16:24showed up early.
16:25He arrived at the sanatorium
16:27at seven this morning
16:27and he's still there.
16:30She called?
16:31Is she okay?
16:33She said she's still
16:34pretending to be sick,
16:35Victor sitting by her bed
16:36saying he's waiting
16:37for her to wake up
16:38to sign a document.
16:40she can't move or speak.
16:43But she hid her phone
16:44under her pillow
16:45and put it on speaker
16:46so we can hear the room.
16:48Michael turned on
16:49a recording device
16:50and Victor's voice came out.
16:52When will she wake up?
16:53Give her another shot.
16:55Yeah, I'll call you back.
16:56Mr. Greve,
16:56her vital signs are normal,
16:58probably just natural sleep.
17:00She'll wake up soon.
17:01I can't wait.
17:02She has to sign today.
17:03I'm coming with you.
17:04You're a witness,
17:06not an operative.
17:07I know.
17:09but I'm waiting for her
17:10at the door.
17:10She's my sister.
17:12Let's go.
17:14The federal agent's convoy
17:16arrived at the sanitarium quickly.
17:17I sat in the last car,
17:19wearing a bulletproof vest
17:20in the back seat.
17:21The car stopped outside the walls,
17:22no sirens,
17:23no flashing lights.
17:24Michael's orders,
17:24secure the surveillance room
17:26and side gate first,
17:27then enter the main building.
17:28The agents split into three teams
17:30and silently infiltrated
17:31every entrance.
17:32I walked behind Michael
17:33into the main building,
17:34where the quiet was gone.
17:35I walked down the hallway,
17:37past the nurse's station,
17:39past the surveillance room,
17:40where the guards were
17:41now in custody.
17:42I headed for my room,
17:43or rather,
17:44the room where Kayla was lying.
17:46The door was open.
17:47I saw Victor standing by the bed,
17:49one hand squeezing Kayla's jaw,
17:51forcing her mouth open.
17:52A nurse was preparing a syringe.
17:53Michael's voice came
17:54from behind Victor.
17:55Victor, you're under arrest.
17:56Charges include money laundering,
17:58false imprisonment,
17:59and assault with controlled substances.
18:01Victor turned around,
18:02saw Michael and me behind him.
18:03His eyes widened.
18:04He looked at me,
18:06then at Kayla on the bed
18:07wearing the blod wig.
18:08His mouth opened,
18:09but no sound came out.
18:11Kira took off her wig,
18:12revealing her short brown hair.
18:14She looked at Victor
18:15and said one word.
18:17Surprise.
18:17Victor was pinned to the ground,
18:19hands cuffed behind his back.
18:21As he was taken away,
18:22he looked back at me.
18:23That look held shock,
18:24anger, confusion.
18:26But the coldest part
18:27was that there was no regret.
18:28He didn't think
18:29he'd done anything wrong.
18:30He just thought
18:31he hadn't been careful enough.
18:32Kayla got out of bed
18:33and walked in front of me.
18:34We stood two steps apart,
18:36neither reaching for a hug,
18:37but a tiny,
18:38almost invisible curve
18:39appeared at the corner
18:40of her mouth.
18:40I'm glad you're okay.
18:42I knew you'd come.
18:43The sanatorium was shut down.
18:45Victor's money laundering case
18:46dragged in 37 related accounts
18:48and 12 accomplices.
18:50The federal prosecutor
18:51called it
18:51the most complete evidence chain
18:53he'd ever worked on.
18:54One key piece
18:55was the document
18:56Richard had hidden
18:56on the USB drive.
18:58When Richard was rescued,
18:59his legs were severely atrophied
19:01and he needed a wheelchair.
19:02We met the day
19:03he was sent to the hospital.
19:05He took my hand
19:06and said one sentence.
19:10You did what none of us could.
19:12It wasn't me.
19:13It was Kayla.
19:15Richard looked at Kayla
19:16standing at the end
19:17of the hallway
19:17and said,
19:19You're so alike.
19:20In what way?
19:22Neither of you gave up.
19:23In the days that followed,
19:25I cooperated with the investigation
19:26and gave a full testimony.
19:28Victor's lawyer tried to paint me
19:30as a dancer
19:30with mental problems,
19:31but my mental state
19:32recovered quickly
19:33after stopping the drugs
19:34and a later psychological report
19:36stated I was fully competed
19:38to testify.
19:39Kayla also submitted
19:40all her medication logs
19:41and surveillance records.
19:42She'd written those logs
19:43every night for two years,
19:45recording what she observed
19:46while treating each patient,
19:47drug reactions,
19:48mental state changes,
19:50Victor's visit frequency,
19:51even what time each window
19:52in the sanatorium
19:53opened and closed.
19:54What did you write all this for?
19:55I don't know.
19:56I just thought
19:57it might be useful one day.
19:58She looked at me and added,
20:00I never thought
20:00it'd be for my sister.
20:02That was the first time
20:03she called me sister.
20:04I didn't cry,
20:05but my nose sting.
20:07Victor was eventually
20:08permanently stripped
20:09of his financial license.
20:10His company was shut down
20:11and liquidated.
20:12All assets seized
20:13to compensate victims.
20:15He was permanently blacklisted
20:16by the Indust
20:17in his so-called
20:18business empire
20:19collapsed overnight.
20:20Former partners cut ties.
20:22He became a pariah
20:23in New York social circles
20:24and eventually
20:26withdrew from all public life.
20:27On sentencing day,
20:28Kayla sat next to me.
20:30When the judge finished
20:30reading the verdict,
20:32she didn't clap.
20:32She just took off her glasses
20:34and wiped them.
20:35He'll never hurt anyone again.
20:37That's his problem,
20:39not ours.
20:39She looked at me,
20:40then smiled.
20:41This time,
20:42not a short,
20:43faint smile,
20:44but a full one,
20:45eyes crinkling.
20:47Layla,
20:48you sound just like her.
20:55After the victor case,
20:57Kayla and I took over
20:58our mother's dance studio.
20:59It was in an old neighborhood
21:01in Brooklyn.
21:02Small,
21:02but once the best ballet school
21:04in the area.
21:05After our mother died,
21:06it was rented to a yoga studio,
21:08which later closed,
21:09leaving the space empty.
21:10Kayla used all her savings
21:12from years of work,
21:13and I used a small part
21:15of the inheritance
21:16my father left me.
21:18and we put together
21:19the down payment
21:20on the space.
21:21The first time we walked in,
21:23the floor was covered in dust.
21:24Half the mirror was broken
21:25and the bar was rusted,
21:27but the space itself
21:28was beautiful.
21:29Four meter ceilings,
21:30old but solid wood floors,
21:32and great southern exposure.
21:34I stood in the center
21:34of the room,
21:35closed my eyes,
21:36and took a deep breath.
21:37I could smell mother,
21:39not perfume,
21:40but wood,
21:40chalk,
21:41and sweat.
21:42I can feel her too.
21:44She's here.
21:45Always has been.
21:47We spent a long time
21:48renovating.
21:49I designed the layout
21:50of the dance studio.
21:52Kaylee hired the construction crew
21:53and negotiated prices.
21:55Three minutes by what he has.
21:56I wear it by dad,
21:57like Dan and Bank here.
21:58Her bargaining skills amazed me.
22:00She talked a lock lender
22:02down from 300 to 120
22:03and got a spare key for free.
22:06How you did it.
22:07The first thing foster care
22:08taught me was
22:10not to be a sucker.
22:12I laughed.
22:14I used to think foster care
22:15was her scar,
22:16but now I saw she'd turn
22:18those scars into tools.
22:19On opening day,
22:20no ribbon cutting,
22:21no media,
22:22just the two of us.
22:24Kayla bought two cups of coffee,
22:26and we stood at the door
22:27looking at the sign,
22:29Romanova Dance Studio.
22:30We should add your name.
22:32No, this is her name,
22:34and yours.
22:35I'm just Mendes.
22:37Your last name is Romanova.
22:38It always has been.
22:40No one ever told you?
22:41Tears fell down Kayla's face.
22:43She didn't wipe them,
22:44just stood there
22:45and let them flow.
22:46It was the first time
22:47I'd seen her cry.
22:48At first,
22:49we had six students,
22:51four kids,
22:51two adults.
22:52The kids were from
22:53the neighborhood.
22:54There are two adult girls
22:55who want to learn
22:55ballroom dancing.
22:56Not many classes,
22:57but I taught carefully.
22:59My ankle hadn't
23:00fully recovered,
23:00so I couldn't demonstrate,
23:02but I could explain
23:03every detail clearly in words.
23:04Kayla handled administration
23:06and finance,
23:07keeping strict accounts,
23:09every expense recorded,
23:10even parking fees.
23:12Kayla,
23:12you're such a penny puncher.
23:14We only have enough money
23:15to last three months.
23:17Figure it out yourself.
23:18I did the math.
23:19She was right.
23:20Later,
23:21the number of students
23:22grew to 15.
23:23Money started to be enough.
23:25I hired a part-time
23:26piano accompanist,
23:27an elderly woman
23:28who'd played
23:28for ballet classes
23:29for years.
23:31Her fingers weren't
23:32as agile as before,
23:34but her sense of rhythm
23:35was deeper than
23:36any accompanist I'd met.
23:38I know my mom.
23:39Your mom's really strict,
23:40but she never gave up
23:41on any student,
23:42even if they had
23:43no talent at all.
23:44I didn't inherit
23:45her strictness.
23:46I inherited her stubbornness.
23:47You're as stubborn
23:48as a mule.
23:49Thanks.
23:50At the end of the first semester,
23:51we held a year-end recital.
23:53There were 15 of us,
23:54and everyone got up on stage
23:56to do a performance piece.
23:57The little one was
23:58five years old,
23:59dressed in a pink tutu.
24:00She spun round and round
24:01on stage,
24:02nearly dizzying herself out.
24:03The audience laughed,
24:05and I couldn't help
24:05laughing too.
24:06The oldest was 72,
24:08dancing a waltz,
24:09elegant as a flower
24:10slowly blooming.
24:11After the show,
24:12Kayla cleaned up backstage.
24:14I walked in and saw her
24:15wiping a mirror or debt.
24:17We had cleaned it many times,
24:18but water stains
24:19still lingered on the edges.
24:20She wiped it carefully,
24:22like cleaning a relic.
24:23In the studio's second year,
24:25an unexpected visitor arrived.
24:27Richard,
24:28the lawyer whose hand
24:29Victor had broken.
24:30He arrived in a wheelchair,
24:32pushed by his wife.
24:34After a year of therapy,
24:35his legs could stand
24:36but still walked unwerbily.
24:38My wife says
24:39I owe her a dance.
24:42I couldn't dance with her
24:43at our wedding
24:44because my hand
24:45was in a cast.
24:47He smiled shyly.
24:48I looked at his wife,
24:50a white-haired woman
24:51with light in her eyes.
24:53Okay,
24:54but promise me
24:55you won't quit halfway.
24:57I got through what I did.
24:58I'm not afraid of dancing.
25:00Richard's dance class
25:01was every Wednesday afternoon.
25:03Kayla did his warm-ups
25:04and stretches.
25:05I taught him basic steps.
25:07His right hand
25:08was still not very flexible,
25:09and he couldn't hold
25:11his wife's hand.
25:12His wife was patient,
25:13practicing with him
25:14again and again.
25:15After three months,
25:16they danced an entire waltz,
25:18perfectly in the center
25:19of the studio.
25:20When the music ended,
25:21Richard cried.
25:23I waited 40 years for this.
25:25I watched,
25:26eyes wet.
25:27Kayla handed me a tissue
25:28and said,
25:29Cry if you want.
25:30No rental fee today.
25:32Are you an accountant
25:33or a therapist?
25:35I'm your sister.
25:37So the books
25:38don't have to balance.
25:39That night,
25:40Kayla wrote in her ledger,
25:42Mr. and Mrs. Richard,
25:43class fees,
25:44paid in full,
25:45but their smiles
25:45are priceless.
25:46I laughed.
25:47She nitpicked every expense,
25:49but when it came to moments
25:50like this,
25:51she made the worst deal.
25:53Later,
25:53my ankle finally recovered.
25:55The doctor said,
25:56I could try dancing
25:57for five minutes.
25:58I chose the Black Swan variation
26:00from Swan Lake,
26:01not because I could do
26:0232 fouettes,
26:03but because it was
26:04mother's favorite music.
26:05I stood in the center
26:06of the studio.
26:07Kayla started the music.
26:08The elderly accompanier
26:09sat nearby,
26:10fingers on the keys.
26:11I said,
26:12Let's begin.
26:12First spin,
26:13my ankle didn't hurt.
26:14Second,
26:15a little tight.
26:15Third,
26:16I found my center.
26:17Fourth,
26:17fifth,
26:18I stopped at the end
26:19of the eighth spin.
26:19Not because I couldn't go on,
26:21but because tears blurred my vision.
26:23Kayla stood in the corner
26:24with a towel,
26:24not coming over.
26:25She just watched me.
26:26I wiped my tears
26:27and said,
26:28Again.
26:28This time I made it
26:29to 12 spins.
26:30When I stopped,
26:31I heard applause.
26:32Not Kayla's,
26:33from students and parents
26:34at the door.
26:35They didn't know
26:35I'd once been in a wheelchair,
26:37but they saw a woman dancing.
26:38That was enough.
26:39That night,
26:40I took Kayla to dinner,
26:41my first time treating her
26:43to something other than takeout.
26:44We sat in an Italian bistro
26:45drinking red wine
26:47and eating pasta.
26:48Kayla blushed after two glasses
26:49and started talking more.
26:51She said when she was little,
26:52all she wanted was a home,
26:53one she didn't have to move from.
26:55She never dared imagine
26:56that home would be a dance studio.
26:58You didn't dare dream it,
26:59so I dreamed it for you.
27:00Now it's real.
27:01Kayla made a budget,
27:02calculated for two days,
27:03and finally told me,
27:05We can rent,
27:05but we need more adult classes.
27:07Kids' tuition alone
27:08won't cover it.
27:08Okay.
27:09The studio gradually expanded.
27:11We rented the space next door,
27:12knocked down the wall,
27:13and added a large classroom.
27:14We added yoga,
27:15Pilates,
27:16and adult beginner ballet.
27:17Kayla even took a marketing course
27:19and started social media promotion.
27:20Her short videos went viral.
27:22A woman in a therapist's coat
27:23stretching expressionlessly
27:24in front of a mirror caption.
27:25Therapists don't smile,
27:26but your muscles will.
27:27Views were huge.
27:28People started recognizing me,
27:30not on stage,
27:31but online.
27:31One comment read,
27:33Aren't you Layla
27:33from the New York Ballet?
27:34Why are you teaching here?
27:35I replied,
27:36Because this is my home.
27:38No more explanation needed.
27:39One day,
27:40a young dancer came to the studio.
27:42Early 20s,
27:43ankle wrapped in bandages,
27:44holding a cane.
27:45She said she was a new member
27:46of the New York Ballet,
27:47injured in rehearsal.
27:48Doctors said it might take
27:49six months to recover.
27:50I saw your video online.
27:52I know you had a worse injury.
27:54I want to know
27:55how you got back on your feet.
27:56I didn't stand up alone.
27:58I had a therapist.
27:59She's also my sister.
28:01Another one?
28:02The dancer laughed,
28:03picked up her CT scan,
28:05torn ligament,
28:06same injury as my sister.
28:07I can get you back to dancing.
28:09Not in six months.
28:10Around that time,
28:12Kayla and I made a decision.
28:13We renovated mother's old office
28:15into a wellness consultation room.
28:17On the wall hung
28:18not skeleton models,
28:20but photos of us as kids.
28:21Me on stage in a ballet tutu.
28:23Her in old foster home clothes
28:25on a playground.
28:25The two photos hung side by side
28:27with a portrait
28:28of our young mother in between.
28:29Kayla slowed down
28:30every time she passed the portrait,
28:31but I never saw her stop.
28:32She said she didn't need to
28:33because she'd already spoken
28:35to mother in her heart.
28:36One night after classes,
28:37only the two of us were left.
28:38Kayla sat in the consultation room,
28:39organized student files.
28:41I walked in
28:41and set a cup of tea
28:42on her desk.
28:44You danced well today.
28:47Since when do you watch dancing?
28:49Since the first day
28:50you danced Swan Lake here.
28:53You cried that day,
28:54but your feet never stopped.
28:56When I was 12,
28:57I saw you dancing on TV
28:58in foster care.
28:59It was a ballet competition.
29:00You danced the Rosa Doe
29:01from Sleeping Ardle.
29:02Your ankles were so strong
29:03and your skirt bloomed
29:04like a flower when you spun.
29:05I thought if I can't stand on stage,
29:07I'll help people who can.
29:08She looked down
29:09and continued organizing the files.
29:11Later I studied rehabilitation.
29:13Then I saw the news.
29:14Principal dancer of New York Ballet
29:16injured and hospitalized.
29:18I found out where you were.
29:19Victor's sanatorium.
29:21I applied for the job.
29:23I stood there,
29:24the tea in my hand cold.
29:25I set down the cup,
29:27walked over,
29:27and hugged her from behind.
29:29She didn't move,
29:30but her shoulders trembled slightly.
29:32You don't need to help people
29:33who can stand on stage.
29:34You've already helped me stand.
29:36I know.
29:37So I have no regrets.
29:39Victor's case went to appeal.
29:41He appealed,
29:42claiming the evidence
29:43in Sinsen's chain was incomplete.
29:47Prosecutor Michael called me
29:48and asked if I was willing
29:49to testify again.
29:50I said yes.
29:52Kayla said she'd go too.
29:55In court,
29:56Victor was much thinner
29:57and his hair was white.
29:58His lawyer asked if he knew me
30:00and he said yes,
30:01my ex-girlfriend.
30:02Did you ever force her
30:03to take drugs?
30:04No.
30:04She was injured
30:05and I helped her find a hospital.
30:07I stood up,
30:07looked into his eyes,
30:08and stated all the evidence
30:10word for word.
30:10My voice was steadier than before
30:12because I was no longer
30:13the victim who escaped
30:14the sanatorium.
30:15I was someone
30:15who helped others escape.
30:17Kayla also took
30:18the witness stand.
30:19She wore her therapist's coat,
30:21expressionless.
30:21Menders,
30:22did you document
30:22Victor Gray's illegal activities
30:24during your employment
30:25at the sanatorium?
30:25Yes.
30:26I recorded every patient's
30:27drug reaction,
30:28every detail of false imprisonment,
30:30every forged medical record.
30:31She took out the logbook
30:32and flipped through it in court.
30:34Victor's lawyer tried
30:35to question her professionalism.
30:36You're not a doctor.
30:37How can you judge
30:38over medication?
30:39I'm not a doctor.
30:39I'm a therapist.
30:40But I have something more useful
30:41than a medical degree.
30:43I watched and I recorded.
30:44How many pills does a normal person
30:45need to sleep 20 hours a day?
30:47You tell me.
30:47The court went silent.
30:49The judge banged his gamble.
30:50Victor appeal was denied.
30:52The original sentence stood.
30:53When we walked out of the courthouse,
30:55the sun was bright.
30:56Kayla walked ahead.
30:56I followed.
30:58She suddenly stopped,
30:59turned,
31:00and held out her hand.
31:01I held it.
31:03Her hand was warm,
31:04with Callie's on her palm,
31:05from gripping therapy equipment
31:06while training me.
31:07We walked for a while
31:09without speaking.
31:10Passersby thought
31:11we were a couple.
31:13In fact,
31:14we were something deeper.
31:17We came from the same womb
31:19and only held hands
31:2025 years late.
31:22The studio's student count
31:24passed 100.
31:25We hired two full-time teachers,
31:27one for ballet
31:28and one for contemporary.
31:30Kayla stopped teaching
31:31therapy classes.
31:32She handed over
31:33the rehabilitation classes
31:34to one of her students,
31:35a young woman
31:36who graduated
31:37from Columbia University.
31:39She was quiet,
31:41had a steady hand,
31:42and was just like she had been
31:44when she was young.
31:45What are you going to do now?
31:46I'm the boss.
31:47I manage the money.
31:49You've always managed the money.
31:51Before it was part-time.
31:53Now it's official.
31:56I want to turn the studio
31:57into a chain.
31:58We really opened
31:59a second location
32:00on the Upper West Side
32:01of Manhattan.
32:02It was smaller
32:03than the Brooklyn original,
32:04but rent
32:05was three times higher.
32:07Kayla calculated
32:08back and forth
32:09and decided
32:10we could just manage.
32:12On opening day,
32:13many old students came.
32:15Richard and his wife
32:16came too.
32:17Richard could walk
32:17without a cane now.
32:18He stood at the door,
32:20looked at the new studio,
32:21and said,
32:22Romanova sisters,
32:24you're doing something big.
32:25You're telling everyone
32:26that getting hurt
32:27isn't the end.
32:28It's another starting line.
32:30Sounds nice.
32:31Rent is due
32:32at the end of the month.
32:33You a sponsor?
32:34Richard laughed
32:35and wrote a check.
32:36Richard laughed
32:37and wrote a check.
32:39Kayla put the check-o-witch,
32:40expression unchanged.
32:41But that night,
32:42she drank an extra glass
32:43of red wine,
32:44dot she got drunk,
32:45leaned on the sofa,
32:46and said,
32:48you know why I care
32:48so much about money?
32:50Why?
32:50I'm scared of being poor again.
32:53But I don't want you
32:54to live like that either.
32:55I've been poor.
32:56After Dad died,
32:57I lived on a tight budget
32:58for years.
32:59But you didn't turn bad
33:00because of money.
33:01You didn't either.
33:03I didn't turn bad.
33:05I turned into an accountant.
33:07Later,
33:07a ballet school closed down,
33:09founded by an elderly woman
33:10who'd run it for 40 years
33:12but couldn't keep going.
33:13She advertised in the newspaper,
33:15selling all ballet equipment,
33:16barras,
33:17mirrors,
33:18floors,
33:18speakers,
33:19leotards.
33:20Kayla and I went to take a look.
33:22The school was in Queens,
33:24twice as big as our old studio,
33:26old decor but good quality facilities.
33:28I stood in the empty classroom
33:30and a thought flashed through my mind.
33:32Kayla stood beside me and said,
33:34what are you thinking?
33:35Can we take it over?
33:37Open a third one?
33:38I don't know.
33:40I do.
33:41Let's go home and crunch the numbers.
33:43That night,
33:43Kayla calculated for a long time.
33:45She wrote numbers on a piece of paper
33:47crossing off and re-reading.
33:48I sat beside her,
33:49afraid to speak.
33:50Late at night,
33:50she put down her pen and said,
33:52We can,
33:52but we have to take a loan.
33:54Are you scared?
33:55Yes,
33:56but I'm more scared not to do it.
33:58We took the loan
33:59and took over the space.
34:00The old lady cried
34:01when she handed us the keys.
34:02She said she hated to let it go,
34:04but her health wouldn't let her continue.
34:06You can come anytime.
34:07Free.
34:08Free classes?
34:09Free tea.
34:10The old lady laughed.
34:11Free classes?
34:13One free class.
34:14More costs money.
34:16This woman,
34:17always accounting.
34:18But every account she kept had heart.
34:20The first week the new studio opened,
34:22the old lady really came.
34:23She didn't take class,
34:24just sat on a chair
34:25in the corner of the classroom
34:26watching the kids practice.
34:28She watched and cried.
34:29Kayla walked over,
34:30poured her a cup of tea,
34:31and said nothing.
34:32Old lady took a sip and said,
34:34Your mother would be very happy.
34:35Kayla's hand paused.
34:38My mother?
34:39Mrs. Romanova?
34:39Yes.
34:40She used to run a studio nearby
34:42about this size.
34:43She got sick and closed it.
34:44She told me,
34:46My daughters will come back.
34:47She knew she had two daughters.
34:49She's right.
34:50We're all back.
34:51That night after returning home,
34:53Kayla didn't do her books as usual.
34:55She sat on the balcony,
34:56looking at Manhattan's skyline,
34:58holding a cup of tea.
35:00I walked over and sat beside her.
35:03Did what the old lady said make you miss her?
35:05I always thought she only had you
35:06and left me.
35:07But she said daughters.
35:10She knew I existed.
35:11She was waiting for me.
35:14She was always waiting for you.
35:16She just didn't live to see it.
35:20Board meeting tomorrow.
35:22I should sleep.
35:23She went into the room
35:24and closed the door.
35:25I heard very soft crying behind the door.
35:28I didn't knock.
35:29Some tears need to be shed alone.
35:31The next morning,
35:32Kayla looked as usual,
35:34hair neatly combed,
35:35clothes neatly pressed.
35:37She greeted students at the door,
35:39speaking to everyone.
35:41No one knew she'd cried the night before.
35:43But when she walked into the office,
35:45I saw her paws in front of Mother's portrait
35:47and touch the frame with her finger.
35:49She'd never done that before.
35:51I thought,
35:52she's finally made peace with herself.
35:53That winter,
35:54we decided to hang photos of Mother in her youth
35:57and old newspaper clippings
35:58of her first studio beside them.
36:00The clippings were given to us
36:01by the old lady,
36:02found after digging through old boxes for days.
36:05The headline read,
36:06Natalia Romanova,
36:07a mother and her dance dream.
36:09The clippings were given to us
36:10by the oldie old lady,
36:12found after digging through old boxes for days.
36:15Every morning when she passed by,
36:17she'd glance at them.
36:18Later,
36:19Kayla and I appeared on a TV show,
36:21not a talent show,
36:22a documentary.
36:23A director found us,
36:24wanting to film a story
36:25about sisters repairing broken lives.
36:28I don't like cameras.
36:29I don't either,
36:31but this story deserves to be seen.
36:33The director filmed us for a long time,
36:36from the old Brooklyn studio
36:37to the new Manhattan one,
36:39from early morning opening
36:40to late closing.
36:41He filmed me teaching,
36:43Kayla doing books,
36:45us eating lunch together,
36:46even arguing in the hollow one,
36:49even arguing in the hallway
36:51over a mysterious equipment or therapy.
36:53I said the machine still worked.
36:56Replacing it was a waste out we argued.
36:58Then Kayla gave in.
36:59You argue like a married couple,
37:01not sisters.
37:02Because we're business partners.
37:04Because we're family.
37:05After the documentary aired,
37:07the response was huge.
37:08Many people left comments
37:10saying they were moved by our story.
37:11One young girl wrote,
37:12I was also raised in foster care.
37:14I always thought I didn't deserve family love.
37:16Seeing you,
37:17I think maybe I could.
37:18When Kayla saw this comment,
37:20she was eating lunch.
37:21She put down her chopsticks,
37:22stared at the screen for a long time,
37:24then replied,
37:25you can.
37:26The first deck is believing you deserve it.
37:28The girl later came to our studio,
37:3119 years old,
37:32wanting to learn to dance,
37:33but never had.
37:35Kayla started her in the beginner's class.
37:37She learned slowly but carefully.
37:40A year later,
37:41she could perform a one minute solo independently.
37:44When the music ended,
37:44she looked at the audience.
37:46I sat there clapping.
37:47Kayla stood at the door,
37:47expressionless but clapping nonstop.
37:49The girl ran to Kayla and cried.
37:51Kayla stiffened,
37:52then padded her back twice.
37:53Not perfunctory padding,
37:54that said,
37:55I understand you.
37:56Later,
37:56I received an invitation.
37:58The New York ballet wanted me to perform at a charity gala.
38:00Not a group dance,
38:01not a five minute excerpt,
38:02a full solo,
38:03the dying swan.
38:04Only four minutes long,
38:05but extremely demanding for a dancer.
38:07But demanded conveying all the emotion of a die on in four minutes.
38:09Now,
38:10I'm ready.
38:10I danced it before my injury.
38:12My technique was better then,
38:13but my emotion was not as deep.
38:15My ankle wasn't as flexible now,
38:16but I knew what dying meant.
38:17I had died once,
38:18in Victor's sanatorium.
38:20His drugs made me sleep 20 hours a day.
38:22I was alive,
38:23but I was dying.
38:24Then I escaped and was reborn.
38:25I accepted.
38:26Kayla did my rehabilitation.
38:27When I screamed in pain,
38:28she said expressionlessly,
38:29three more sets.
38:30I suddenly remembered our first meeting.
38:32Back then,
38:32she was my therapist.
38:33I was her patient.
38:34Our relationship began with those three words.
38:36On performance night,
38:37Lincoln Center's lights were blinding.
38:38I waited backstage,
38:40heart racing.
38:41Kayla stood beside me,
38:42handed me a pair of pointe shoes.
38:43She taped my feet,
38:45checked the ribbons.
38:46I stepped onto the stage.
38:47Music made.
38:48My ankle was tight,
38:49but I didn't stop.
38:50My body remembered every move,
38:51but my heart beat to a new rhythm.
38:53Four minutes,
38:53not long,
38:54not short.
38:55When the final move ended,
38:56the swan bowed its head,
38:57wings cold,
38:57body slowly falling.
38:58The whole theater went quiet.
39:00Then applause erupted.
39:01I lay on the stage,
39:02looking at the ceiling lights,
39:03tears sliding into my hair.
39:05I smiled.
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