As the song faded into the final acoustic guitar strums, the dance ended. Julian kept his hand on her waist for a second too long, a silent plea for things to go back to the way they were.

Mid-verse, the rhythm shifted into a series of rapid cambios . Julian led a sharp head roll, expecting Elena to surrender to the movement as she always had. But as the lyrics hit the line "Now you expect me to care," Elena found her own strength.

Every time Conor sang "But I don't really care," Julian pulled her closer, his hand firm on her lower back.

The neon lights of the dance studio pulsed in time with the heavy, syncopated heartbeat of the DJ Tronky bachata remix. Elena stood at the edge of the floor, her fingers tracing the hem of her lace skirt.

Elena felt the familiar sting of his presence, the way he used to look at her before everything fell apart. The Turning Point

They moved in perfect sync, a haunting contrast to the lyrics about betrayal.