Kat paced back and forth in the locker room, still in her warm-up jacket, her skates clicking nervously against the tile. Her breathing was sharp and uneven, and her hands trembled as she tugged at the zipper of her jacket over and over.

“Kat,” you said gently, stepping in front of her before she wore a hole in the floor.

“I can’t do this,” she blurted, eyes wide with panic. “What if I fall? What if I freeze? What if I—”