“First of all,” Yuna said, “have you talked to Scott Hunter?” She said the name like it physically pained her to speak of the evil man who had stolen Olympic gold from her beloved son. “I have,” Ilya said. “But not about...us.” “I emailed him,” Shane added. “I just, y’know, said I appreciated his bravery, or whatever. I didn’t tell him about me. Or about Ilya.” Yuna was tapping her lip again. “He probably couldn’t help. Not with this situation.” “He would probably be very confused about us,” Ilya said. “Confused is a word for it,” Dad said.
