I arrived at the training center with two bags, a borrowed practice jacket, and the uncomfortable knowledge that Miles had arrived on the same bus.
The center was a converted college gym about an hour inland. It had ten strips, a weight room, and a dormitory where the visiting fencers slept in rooms with two narrow beds. Coach Graham had brought me, Tessa, Owen, and Miles. The other clubs had their own coaches and their own lists of familiar faces.
On the first morning, the camp director handed out team drill assignments.
My name was beside Miles's.
I glanced at him. He read the sheet, then looked up at me.
"Do you want to ask for a change?" he said.
"You're asking me?"
"I'm asking if you want one."
I thought of the letter I hadn't submitted. "No."
"Okay."
We took our places on t
