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a desk drawer. “She thinks Travatas gave her a power-granting
charm.”
Lenny gapes at him. “But that’s not even—”
“I know.” Damian lays the folder on the desk.
“I quit the team,” I say, trying to at least save myself the embarrassment
of getting kicked off. But even as I say the words my eyes
fill with tears—I’ve never felt as close to a coach as I do to Coach
Lenny. It breaks my heart to know I can’t run for him anymore. “I’ll
send you an official e-mail of resignation when I get home.”
Mom comes up behind me and places her hands on my shoulders,
softly massaging my tension. “Listen to what they have to say,
Phoebe.”
“You’re still on the team,” he says. “And you didn’t cheat.”
I stare at him blankly. He’s clearly in denial.
“Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t have,” he explains.
“Everyone’s powers were grounded for this race. Even yours.”
“I don’t know how he did it, Coach—” I wipe away a stray tear.
“But I know you saw the glow.”
“Of course I saw it,” he says. “Everyone saw it.”
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t someone’s powers.”
“No, Phoebe, I can’t tell you that.”
“I’m telling you, it w—” His words register. “What?”
“You’re right,” he says. “That glow that surrounded you at the
end of the race was the glow of immortal powers.”
“Then, why—”
“You’re missing his point, Phoebola.” Mom squeezes my shoulders
tighter.
Coach looks at me expectantly. I shake my head. I don’t under-
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