Chapter 3On Monday, I pulled into work and caught sight of Lydia and Reed walking the paved path that circled the building, wrapping around the ornamental pond, and back again.
Lydia was always on a mission to lose the baby weight which, honestly, I thought only existed in her head. And I suspected Reed just took perverse joy in showing everyone else up. I almost always walked during my second break to get away from the noise of the floor and went to my apartment gym a few times a week like a normal person to run on the treadmill out of the weather, or swim laps in the pool, so that I didn’t die at fifty, and Reed had muscles like he thought Frank Frazetta might come back from the grave in desperate need of a model to pose on top of a mountain of skulls.
I grabbed a spot nearby and jogge
