I’ve watched the video at least ten times. Lena’s blade snapping off. Her body slamming into the ice. The gasp from Coach Daniels. The chaos.
And every single time, I feel the same rush. Finally. Finally something is going my way. Everyone keeps acting like she’s some fragile little miracle, but look at her, she’s not untouchable. She’s not perfect. She’s not better than me. And the best part?
No one has any idea I had anything to do with it. I’m skating through my routine, feeling light, powerful, right, when my phone buzzes on the boards. I glide over, already annoyed at the interruption. It’s Marcy. Of course it is.
I can’t do this anymore. They’re locking down the rink. Cameras everywhere. After what happened to Lena’s skates… I’m out.
I roll my eyes so hard it hurts. She always pa
