IN LESS TIME THAN KATIE thought would be possible, she was back from the doctor’s office and sitting in her and Brendan’s first meeting of the day. She didn’t know which was worse: having the imaging done on her knee or the meeting. She didn’t have much to say, which was only partially because she was waiting for a phone call to give her the results of the imaging, worrying about the surgery she might need, when she could possibly get it done if she did need it, and when she was going to tell anyone about it.
Katie had spent lots of time in meetings before, but they had been about things she understood: Jumps. Lifts. Spins. Music. Costumes. Arcane ISU politics. Even sponsorships. All things about which she had deep knowledge and strong opinions.
But now she was overwhelmed by all of the
