The year was 2008. The race started out like any other race: runners at the starting line, fans in the stands, excitement and anticipation thick in the air.
It is completely normal for me to run late. Especially when I’m trying to catch a flight. On this particular day after, however, I arrived at the airport much earlier than normal.
Her: the casual friend I ran into at the grocery store who looked put together on the outside but was pulled apart on the inside by a heart-wound that dripped of fear,