Put that phone down and come eat your breakfast before it gets cold!” orders mom. When skating stops, family meals take off like wildfires. My injury snares me into these breakfast and dinner meetings my parents use for strategizing me to-be gold medal win at the Olympics. Mom goes on and on about how cute Scott is and how we are going to become the perfect unbeatable couple. She is astonished that I never met him before at any of the competitions even though we are competing on the same team. She keeps saying, how pleased I will be when I finally meet him.

“Just a second, I’m texting Anna.”...