It's all too much. My mother's letter. Dominic with Ava. Drinking for the first time. I don't understand any of it.
When I'm back in my room, I rip off my coat, shirt, and jeans and put on my running shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt. I sprint to the track at the edge of campus. I need to run.
The lines on the track are like a map telling me where to go. I follow their orderly path, my arms and legs moving in a rhythmic pattern. My body repeats the motion effotlessly, leaving my mind to replay what just happened.
I see a girl at a party. She's drinking. She never drinks. Ever. But there were no other options. It was history repeating itself. Like the script had already been written and she just had to let the scene play out. For 18 years, she promised herself this would never happen. And th
