Second run: 1–15 . She changes something invisible—the angle of her block, the breath before the jump. This time she hangs in the air a heartbeat longer, as if the vault itself has decided to keep her. When she lands, her feet say done .
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. Nastia Muntean Sets 1 10 1 15
She smiles. “The first set,” she says, “was for my mother. The second was for the girl who told me I couldn’t.” Second run: 1–15
She sets her jaw.
