Secret Sabotage on the Ice

Summary

It was our first time attempting the high-altitude, single-hand throw lift during pairs training.

My partner, who also happened to be my boyfriend, Tristan, failed to catch me. I plummeted straight onto the razor-sharp edge of his skate blade. The impact severed my Achilles tendon instantly.

He held me on the ice as I bled, sobbing hysterically. In the weeks that followed, guilt kept him awake night after night, leaving him too terrified to even step back onto the ice.

So when Coach Helena approached me, begging me to convince Tristan to resume training for the upcoming Winter Olympics, I…