![]() ![]() ![]() "She had a very, very slight balance check when she got back up." He held his thumb and forefinger a centimeter apart. "Where did the other half come from if you said she had a perfect routine?" ![]() She only lost, at most, a point and a half." "Other than the fall, she executed an absolutely perfect routine. Kova smirked like it was exactly what he expected. Once she finished, her score went up and it shocked me. Kova slightly looked at me but kept his focus on the routine. A fall held an entire point deduction, which was huge and utterly devastating. "Oh shit, she's screwed," I said under my breath when a competitor fell off the balance beam. ![]() I had spotted most of them, but then he'd surprise me with something I didn't catch or really put much thought into. He'd whisper his thoughts to me while we watched routine after routine where he-and the judges-would find errors. I found I craved his words, his instructions, his guidance. I hated being near him and I loved it at the same time. I picked up on enough to absorb and reflect on it. All day I watched every move Kova made, the way he spoke to the girls, and how he gave them last minute pointers. ![]()
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