3 Quotes by Lisa Luciano

He was her creation. From the moment they met when he wobbled onto the ice at the age of ten and refused to leave until he had learned his first jump, they could see into each others souls. Now when it counted most, there was a wall between them.

Pain-soaked joints. Endless miles. Concessions and compromises. Soon, finally, everything would come down to a few irretrievable revolutions of a stopwatch.

No matter what the other fifty odd weeks of his life offered, here, at least for a few days, he was officially a very special person in an otherwise ordinary world.