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Hannah’s Point Of View.
I stared at my perfect girlfriend as she watched the alpine scenery flash past the car window. The beauty of Switzerland, with its jagged snow-topped mountains, bright blue lakes, and perfectly manicured meadows, absorbed me into the country.
Something had changed inside me, and I didn’t want to tell Anastasia about it.
A desire to win the Olympic Gold Medal had always been the most important passion of my life. In fact, that single-minded drive to succeed in cycling, excel beyond all others, and become the world’s number-one female cyclist had hampered many relationships.
Suddenly, a beautiful Russian girl, a year younger than me, utterly filled my heart, and all training focus was lost. I was a loved-up puppy, wanting only to hold or be held by my beloved.
Katerina and Peter had left for an unknown destination; Amy and Victor were driving across the Alps to a Florentine paradise apartment.
Anastasia and I were left in Switzerland. I felt taciturn and, without good reason, as though the mountains surrounding me were my emotions, towering above like bastions in the sky, closing down my mood.
“Are you okay, Hannah?”
“I’m just studying you, sweetheart.”