Okay, Round Two. Balance and Breath. Or, as I was thinking of it, the epicenter of my awkward romantic past and potentially painful future. I ignored Demi’s dark muttering about “danger zones” and “inevitable heartbreak,” shoved Dad’s pronouncements about “priorities” to the back of my mind, and somehow convinced myself that showing up here again was a rational decision.
For my knee, of course. Strictly for the knee.