It’s Saturday and I’m out for a morning jog.My need for a boxing gym has doubled.“Danielle” I hear a familiar voice call and I slow down“Danny” I groan, rolling my eyes.“Good morning to you too” he says sardonically.“About the gym though...” I start, halting in my track.“We could go today” he suggests and I nod eagerly.“In say thirty minutes?” I offer, giving his non-workout outfit a disapproving glance.“Sure” And then he’s gone.I’ve been avoiding the topic of ‘The Truth’ he told me about because I just don’t think I’m ready to face it.I know running away from or in my case, avoiding your problems is never the right thing to do but I’m sure whoever came up with that saying didn’t just find out about their past lives or met a awesome human who’s apparently lived centuries.So, here, avoiding the topic really does seem like the right thing to do.Jamie...bless him...probably sensed how uncomfortable that