That’s what happens when you stay up half the night reading a play. “You missed breakfast,” says Cam. “Here.” He hands me a greasy fried-egg sandwich, still warm. “Thanks,” I say, licking the ketchup that’s already running down my hand. “I think.” &...
She’d been skating, flying over the ice. Only her mother was watching; there was not a frowning judge anywhere. As her dream self gathered speed for the double axel, she’d felt absolute confidence deep inside. The landing was magic. Her mother’s smile lit up the arena.Then the alarm’s shrill scre...