I run faster and further than I know I should on an ankle that’s still healing.

But before long, I’m limping through the forest with no idea where I’m going, only that going forward and never back is the most important thing.

All the while, the rain gets heavier and heavier until I’m slipping and falling more often than I’m on my feet. Each time it gets harder to get back up again. My ankle no longer aches. It throbs, and my body is shaking with how hard I’m sobbing.

Finally, I ...