Autumn put the strap with the MP3 player around her arm and checked that her sneakers were tied. It had been a long time since she’d gone running. It wasn’t something she normally did. While she was writing, sometimes she would go for a walk, but it took some sort of serious issue to get her to run.

The last time she’d been running, she’d still smoked. Sometimes she missed that. It wasn’t an addiction to the nicotine. At least not anymore. What she missed was the look, the ...