Lauren’s POV
I manage to eat the rest of my meal, trying not to focus on the charged air that seems to surround my best friend and I.
I’m thankful to escape, when Tyler reluctantly tells me that he has border patrol. As he says goodbye, I can feel him hesitating for what felt like a fraction longer than necessary before walking away, his head down slightly.
I decide that as I have nothing else to do, I might as well head to the Gym to start working out again. The doctor said I needed to build up my strength gradually, and to stay away from the treadmill and weights, but I can always use the bike or rowing machine just to keep my body moving.
Walking into the large room, my gaze is drawn to the row of treadmills, and I wonder which one was the cause of my memory loss.
‘Tyler felt so gu
