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If you asked Cassie, the best cure for s****l frustration was running. The Heart Attack Hill trail ought to do it. Popular with the hotshots and anyone else trying to challenge themselves, that trail was guaranteed to get your heart pounding like a jackhammer. Just what the doctor ordered.
When Cassie pulled into the gravel lot at the trailhead, she saw only a few cars, all empty. As she hopped out of the car, she spotted her old fifth grade teacher, Mr. Martinez, walking a cocker spaniel whose black, curly coat matched his hair.
She smiled and waved hello. Good old Jupiter Point. You always ran into someone you knew, wherever you went. Of course, you weren’t always wearing a sports bra and leggings when that happened. Oh well.
“Nice to see you back, Cassandra.” He’d always called h
