Remember the game plan.
Remember the game planAll Millie had to do was run.
Easier said than done, she realized, two blocks from the bus stop at the intersection of Chestnut and Fillmore. Her tennis shoes pounded against the hard pavement as she tried to keep up with Jace, who ran twenty feet ahead of her.
He glanced back. “Come on.”
“Right behind you.” Thank goodness the trendy Marina District was pancake flat with rows of well-kept houses, garages on the first floor, and wide, treeless streets. “Don’t worry about me.”
She could worry enough for both of them.
Running on her school’s track was easier than a cement sidewalk in the city, especially with garbage cans in the way, cars pulling out of driveways, a camera crew capturing every jarring step, and her teammate, Jace Westfall, t
