“Just this,” her coach promised, holding her at arm’s length. “You have to win just this.”
He said, “I want you both to win. Make me proud.”
It was at times like this that her fear for him surfaced, when she remembered his hand raised to strike her. She swallowed, and set off with her brother.
Then they announced the pairings for the games.
Thunder crashed in her ears.
She would be playing with her brother, and it didn’t matter who won. One would have failed him, and he would blame both for it.
She could already feel him hitting her.