all day I can think of nothing but the run. I’m nearly bubbling over with excitement at the thought of running when I haven’t in so long. At the same time, I’m struggling to bottle my rising anxiety about what will happen.

No matter what, things will change between me and Mack tonight. There will be no going back to chatty breakfasts with each other or kisses in the garden. I just know it.

I feel the change in the air, following me everywhere.

Concentrating on my book is impossible. I ...