Chapter 23
VIOLET
Friday afternoon
My heart feels heavy in my chest, no matter how hard I run.
This morning’s jog is one of the worst I’d ever had.
Completing my jog through Central Park isn’t the toughest; keeping my mind off of Heath is. And as I cross the trail through the park’s Bridle Path loop, my headphones in, and my Nikes on, I can’t quite get the sexy asshole out of my head, last night’s late rendezvous and later trip to police headquarters sticking like a thumbtack in my mind.
The air is crisp, ripe to the taste. I inhale it steadily, not letting the frigid temperatures stop the one habit I love to have—the only habit I’ve kept to myself after my divorce left me decimated.
Jogging was my release. My sin and my sanctuary.
When my mind is full of chaos, running is what I e
