It almost felt as though his present-self had returned to that distant world...
The world where his previous life had once stood inside an office, awkwardly learning each step from Claudia.
Without realizing it...
Ezra's consciousness quietly immersed itself within the memories unfolding before him.
His body remained seated in the living room.
Yet his mind had already stepped into another place entirely.
One step...
Then another.
He slowly pictured every movement described inside the Book of Memories.
The proper distance between each stride.
The correct angle of his shoulders.
The position of his feet before shifting his weight.
How a gentleman should hold his partner without making her feel restrained.
How every movement should naturally guide the next.
How the rhythm of the music determined every step rather than the dancer forcing the dance forward.
The philosophy written inside the Book wasn't simply teaching him how to dance.
