Chapter 55
Tristan
The heat is beating down my back, sweat dripping down like I am an open tap, but we don’t stop hiking around the coast, taking only short breaks for water and something small to eat. Macy, Corbin, and Carley keep talking, pointing to places they had made memories, talking about the last five years I had missed with her. When I am asked why I am quiet, I tell them it is because I enjoy listening to all the stories, and I really do, but that is not the reason I don’t ask the three hundred questions popping up in my head. The real reason that I am quiet is because I can’t talk and breathe at the same freaken time, and I am doing a lot of controlled breathing at the moment. I don’t want to give away how unfit I apparently am even though I have gone running every morning si
