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clutched her hand. And Katie could feel it, an energy vibrating off him, like sometimes when they watched the meets together, their bodies humming beside each other, so alive.
    “Then, God willing, Devon makes the world championship team. And, every four years,” he said (and the way Katie remembered it, they all held their breath), “the torch.”
    Eric exhaled, looking down at the rug. “So,” he said, “you see it?”
    Teddy nodded once, slowly.
    “But you need to commit. Both of you.” He paused. “It takes a family to make this happen. And it takes action. Devon needs to be here at least thirty hours a week, maybe more. We need to get her before she changes.”
    “Changes?” Katie asked.
    “Changes,” he said, nodding again, grimly this time. Then, in a flash, turning a smile on. “They all change. Become women. Glorious women.”
    “Well, you can’t stop that,” Katie said, smiling too.
    “No,” Teddy said, laughing with sudden loudness. “Of course not.”
      
    And it happened, just like he’d said it would. Just as the Track foretold.
    First came constant, vein-pulsing work, more five-hour practices, more out-of-town meets, countless jammed fingers and torn palms and two weather-beaten cars with blistered tires and dent-pocked doors, Eric’s in the shop half the time, and the credit-card debt ticking up, and a gym that cost almost as much as one of their two mortgage payments.
    But it happened. That spring, Devon reached Level 10. One of only ninety-six in the state.
    “There’s no telling how far we can go now,” said Coach T., watching Devon dive, flip, stick.
    A few months later, after placing sixth on beam and bars in the Level 10 Junior Nationals in sunstruck Orlando, she was ranked first among all Level 10s in their home state.
    “The greatest day of our life,” Devon said, and everyone laughed at the our, except it was true, wasn’t it?
    “A star is born,” announced Coach T., rocking back on his heels, beaming, holding up that dazzling photo of Devon in the local paper—stoic and grand in her snow-white leotard, her dark eyes, Eric’s eyes. Alongside, there was that crackling interview with Coach T., and the next day, BelStars was flooded with new recruits, its coffers swelling.
    “Nothing can stop her now,” Coach T. assured Katie and Eric over a celebratory dinner for Devon at Shell Shuckers, the best restaurant in town.
    They took up the largest table: all four Knoxes, kindergartner Drew, the shrimp cocktail bigger than his little head, alongside Coach T. and his wife, Tina, and a young woman whom Katie had never met, with hair like Rapunzel’s—that’s what Drew would say later.
    “I’d like you all to meet my niece,” Teddy said. “Well, she’s like a daughter to me.”
    And that was how they came to know Hailey, whom Coach had taken care of since she was thirteen and going down what Tina euphemistically called “the wrong path.”
    “I couldn’t deal with my mom,” Hailey confided, leaning close to Katie. “And she couldn’t deal with me. We were both being brats.”
    With Teddy’s help, Hailey had thrived, starting gymnastics, joining the swim team, winning a scholarship, and now soon to graduate from State. Which just showed the kind of man Teddy was, why Devon was in such able, loving hands.
    “I was always good on the beam, but I wasn’t anything like Devon,” Hailey added. “And my mom was nothing like you.”
    And Katie, maybe a little tipsy, found herself tearing up.
    “One more toast to our Devon—the Invincible!” Teddy hurrahed, and Tina hear-heared, jumping in, “So long as she doesn’t grow three inches or get hips,” with a wink.
    And everyone laughed, and all eyes turned to Devon, taking her first sip of champagne, a pinched nose, a sly blush, ponytail bobbing, just like before a routine. She drew her index finger across her front teeth, as if it were too sweet.
    “Why are you all looking at Devon?” little Drew asked, head