Monday morning Killian waited out front and followed me when I took off running. He didn't say anything, just kept pace. I kept him in my peripheral vision even if I didn't mean too. It was chilly and looked like rain was heading in.
He stopped at the five-mile mark, slightly shorter than the distance he normally ran, and went back the way he came. I continued and finished my run before the rain began.
Killian waited at my door.
I looked at him. "Nothing's changed, Killian. This won't work."
I watched him close his eyes for a moment before opening them and giving me the smallest hint of dimples.
"I won't give up, Rebecca, though I know I deserve everything you're putting me through."
My rage kicked in. "You have no idea what you've put me through. How many tears I've cried or how man
