THIRD PERSON’S POV
Lance jogged after Sophia as she walked away.
“Sophia,” he called, breathless.
She kept walking. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head was held high, like she was forcing herself not to look back. Inside, her chest felt tight. She hated that she was running again. Running was all she ever seemed to do lately.
“Sophia, wait,” Lance called again, louder this time.
She stopped then spun around to face him. She turned around too fast. Big mistake.
The heel of her shoe caught on the uneven pavement. There was a sharp twist and then pain exploded up her leg.
“Ah!” she cried out.
Her ankle twisted. For a split second, she panicked as she fell to the floor.
Lance moved forward on instinct. His heart slammed hard against his ribs as he reached her. His a
