Cruz’s POV

I hear nothing except the beating of my own heart pounding in my ears. Everything feels distant, blocked out by my rhythmic breathing. Everything that seems important is distant and negated with every step I pound against the pavement.

I usually try and mix up my schedule, running in different parks. Today is Central Park.

I have heard of the wonders of this place, but only now that I am running through the forest and trees do I really take a ...