“I know,” he says, reaching for the dumbbells. “But I want to. It’s what you do when you care about someone.” “What exactly?” Chocolate brown eyes flicker over my body. “You find a way to let them know they aren’t alone.” His answer chokes me up, and I don’t say anything more. Turning the treadmill on, I run. But for the first time in … maybe, ever, I’m not running away from something. I’m running toward it.
