Date = 13 November
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)
Of course I end up at his mother’s.
POV - Melaena
After a few hundred strides, my hormone levels finally start to level out. My lungs burn less, my heartbeat eases from jackhammer to drumbeat, and I become aware that my feet are no longer pounding sand but striking something firmer.
I’m hitting some forest. I slow to a walk.
A narrow, weathered path stretches ahead of me, designated and well-worn. Relief trickles in. I stick to it immediately — getting lost out here would be the cherry on top of this spectacular emotional implosion.
Because, really. I touched … it.
And it was hard. And — if gossip is to be believed — it’s the biggest on the track. And it moved.
Then I broke it with my knee.
I groan softly and drag a hand down
