Carrigan

There was a 100% chance my leg was broken, but I was trying not to focus on the pain. I held in screams each time I took another step, limping my way through the darkened barrels and tanks as tears fell from my face.

Even though it had been years, the path was still very clear. It was almost as if it was illuminated for me.

I was trying not to look back, but I couldn’t guess how far—or how close—Princeton was to me. ...