Track was supposed to be a complementary pursuit, to help with soccer. She was wildly talented as a runner, but something was missing. Eric had spent hours on the phone with her, mostly in her junior year, and during those calls he had noticed something: a shift in her voice when she talked about possibly running track in college. When she spoke of soccer, her voice was rich, humming with excitement. When she spoke of running, something clinical happened, all hard edges.
