We finished practice like it never happened, and by the end of the day, I’d convinced myself it hadn’t. Some strange slip of the hand that I’d made into something else. But that wasn’t the last time. And that wasn’t where he stopped. That was the moment I split into two people—me, the talented and decorated gymnast, and me, the girl who was being raped by the coach helping her earn all the medals.
:( I feel so awful for her
