Chapter Eighteen
With the silver medal under my belt, I head to the only place I want to be this morning—Demi's practice. The entire time I’ve known her, I've never seen her ski in person. I mean I have, but never paid much attention.
Hearing her mom's voice on my approach makes me happy I've stayed away until now. I have a feeling I’m going to have to bite my tongue and I've never been good at that.
“Demi, what are you doing? You have to take that last turn sharper.” Her mom is shaking her head.
Demi hasn’t seen me yet and inhales a big breath, unclips her skis and steps out of them.
“Carla, she's beating her time.” One of the other coaches intervenes, no doubt this isn't the first occasion.
“She could do better. Her skis are cutting in and slowing her down.”
Maybe I should be than
