Nastia Muntean Sets 1 10 1 15 Page
She smiles. “The first set,” she says, “was for my mother. The second was for the girl who told me I couldn’t.”
She sets her jaw.
Nastia Muntean walks to the end of the vault runway, chalking her hands in small, deliberate circles. She is seventeen, all sinew and focus, the kind of quiet that makes crowds lean forward. On the scoreboard, the numbers flicker: – 10. Set 1 – 15. Nastia Muntean Sets 1 10 1 15
