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BROOKLYN
I arrived at the gym right on time and wasn’t shocked to see my brother wasn’t there. He had tried calling me, but I didn’t feel like talking to him. I was hoping to be alone for a while before his inevitable barrage of questions, but sadly it wasn’t meant to be. Blake was lifting weights over in the corner. Maybe I could put the hoodie over my head and I could go unnoticed. It was silly, but I did it anyway. My eyes were puffy and I looked like s**t.
So far the only people in the gym I recognized were Blake and another fellow cop, Wyatt Erickson. The treadmills were on the other side of the gym so I fled there and pulled out my iPod. I hadn’t run since being on the beach with Camden. I needed to feel the burn, the ache in my muscles instead of in my heart. Scrolling through
