She does not say which score was higher. The numbers are already gone from the board, but the air still hums with the shape of her leaving it.
She smiles. “The first set,” she says, “was for my mother. The second was for the girl who told me I couldn’t.” Nastia Muntean Sets 1 10 1 15
Later, in the cool-down area, Nastia unwraps her grips. Someone asks what the numbers meant. She does not say which score was higher
The gymnasium holds its breath.