GEMMA
I pant, my hands and knees on the floor. George looked down at me. I looked up at him hopefully, "What was my time?" I asked.
"Forty-one minutes," he said, looking at his stopwatch. "A minute faster than yesterday."
We'd been training for almost a week and I could run a 5k in forty-one minutes. But according to George, that was a poor number. I didn't like how things were going.
A guard approached us and whispered something into George's ear. He nodded, "I'll be there."
"What's wrong?" I asked, curious.
George shrugged. "It's nothing, work calls." He said to me as he prepared to leave.
"Oh, okay," I said, giving him a small smile.
"You're okay to finish up here, right?" He asked.
I nodded. "Of course, I'll be fine. Go on." I told him.
George gave me one last look before he
