her weight exactly as Amina had taught her and moved her right foot forward.
Then her left.
One step became two.
Two became five.
When she reached the end of the bars, Clara began to laugh.
It was not the overwhelmed sobbing the ballroom cameras had captured.
It was a light, startled sound, full of relief.
Everyone waited for her to decide what happened next.
Clara turned carefully, lowered herself into the wheelchair, and unlocked the brakes.
She rolled toward the door under her own control.
This time, the chair moved because she wanted it to.
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