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432 pages, Hardcover
First published June 7, 2016




Grace said new words quietly, staring at the ice cup. “I think I might be happier.”
Now Leigh was the startled one. She sat up and stared at her friend. “If you weren’t a gymnast?” Grace didn’t respond.
“Then why are you one?” Leigh asked.
Grace sucked a piece of ice, thinking, until she said, “Because I might be happier, but I wouldn’t be me.”
“But your vault doesn’t matter. You know that, right?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nothing mattered. Her whole life Monica’s gymnastics had almost—but not quite—mattered. “To me,” she said, trying to sound strong but instead squeaking like a mouse. “It matters to me.”
Wilhelmina nodded. “Yeah, get ready for it,” she said. “Lots of things will matter to you that don’t matter to anyone else."
“We’re best friends,” Leigh blurted. Although she didn’t feel like they were at the moment. She narrowed her eyes at Grace, trying to make them say, What are you doing? Why would you try to destroy me right in the middle of the Olympic trials?
“Yes,” Grace said. “We’re best friends . . . we’re only friends. Nothing more.”
Leigh almost choked. It was like being stabbed in the back right in front of her face.
“Okay . . .” the reporter said slowly.
What had happened? Only a few minutes ago they were working together to trip up Monica. That whole plot had been Grace’s idea and entirely for Leigh’s benefit. Now, suddenly, Grace was trying to destroy Leigh?
“I heard what you said about me earlier,” Monica said.
“Huh?” Leigh said.
“What’s wrong with you? You can’t just pretend . . . You’re . . . you and Grace . . . you’re . . . mean.”
“Oh,” Leigh said. The butt glue. The snickering. Had she really done that? It felt like someone else had said those things and smiled that nasty smile.