And each time he would question me as to what I was so worried about. I lied, trying hard to push myself and my body further with each run. I fell into an old habit, trying to out run the pain and finding as I already knew, there was no way to out it. The thought of someone hurting Cayden plagued...
my mother called. “What, mom?” “You received something in the mail. It’s from Reid.” I jumped up from my bed and flung open my bedroom door. I stood, rather impatiently, with my hand held out in front of me.  ...
In its place, displayed neatly on the counter next to a fluffy towel, a black T-shirt and some sweatpants had been placed alongside her white lacy bra and panties. On top of the shirt was a brand new toothbrush. She smiled at the thoughtfulness. It had to have been Petúr who left her the stuff. T...