ISLA~
The treadmill beeped, five kilometers. I ignored it.
Sweat rolled down the side of my neck as the machine continued moving under my feet.
Usually running or swimming helped. When my thoughts became too loud.
When clients became difficult. Threatened to kill me if they lost their case. When business partners started acting like idiots. When murder investigations threatened to collapse entire careers, I ran or swam.
Today it wasn't working. Rather for the past five days It hadn't worked. Because every time my mind went quiet, it drifted back to the same person.
I slammed my finger against the arrow, increasing the speed. The machine responded instantly, forcing my legs into a punishing sprint.
'Chris was never this rude.'
Luckily, I had been able to leave that hospital room without saying something truly dreadful. But how dare she compare me to that good-for-nothing bastard.
