Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lady of the dirt track: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Coming back to Boston feels strange. Not bad, just… strange. I unlock the apartment door and step inside, carrying my backpack while Greg rolls our suitcases behind us. The place looks exactly as we left it. Blankets folded, shoes by the door, mail stacked neatly, Normal. But somehow after Santa Mon

The next morning, I wake up with one mission. Prove to myself that I’m not losing my mind. I lay staring at the ceiling while Greg moves around the bedroom, getting ready for training. He looks normal, maybe a little too normal. Which makes me a little suspicious. I watch him pull on his team shirt,

By the time I get home, I feel lighter than I have all day. Work has done what work has always done. It gives me somewhere to put my brain. No mystery conversations, no suspicious behavior, and no trying to figure out why everyone suddenly looks guilty every time the word future comes up. Just contr

GregI have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the frid

The next morning starts the way most practice race mornings do. Too early, too cold, and too much coffee. I park up outside the training grounds and sit in my car for a minute before getting out. My hand automatically checks my pocket. The ring box is still there. Good. I shake my head at myself. Th