all day I can think of nothing but the run. I’m nearly bubbling over with excitement at the thought of running when I haven’t in so long. At the same time, I’m struggling to bottle my rising anxiety about what will happen.
No matter what, things will change between me and Mack tonight. There will be no going back to chatty breakfasts with each other or kisses in the garden. I just know it.
I feel the change in the air, following me everywhere.
Concentrating on my book is impossible. I barely even see Mack gardening as I sit on the lounger, even though he’s right in front of me. Lunch is quieter than breakfast, and dinner is even worse. That’s when I know Mack is feeling the rising tension, just as I am.
Finally, when it’s dark out, Mack quietly asks if I’m ready to go out and in a low
