Six years later

Olivia Martins

The sun was high and hot as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, breath fogging in the cool mountain air. Training had been intense that morning, and I liked it that way—I liked the ache in my muscles and the sting in my lungs. It reminded me that I’d survived worse. That I was no longer that girl running through the woods with tears in her eyes and nothing but pain in her chest.

Six years had passed since that night.

Six years since I left ...