Chapter 52: Grace

George tips his hat while holding the door open as I exit the building. "Have a good run, Ms. Castile."

I give him a smile along with a wave. "Thanks, George, I'll see you in an hour!"

I take off down the sidewalk, heading toward the lakefront. Over the past few days, the weather has turned chilly. Autumn is thick in the air. The breeze is cool, but I know that once I warm up, it'll feel invigorating.

Normally Matteo and I run together, but today I needed some time to myself. He seemed to understand that even though I never told him that I wanted to be alone. Which, in a way, makes everything more difficult. He pushes me when I need it, and takes a small step back when sensing my inner conflict.

How am I supposed to walk away from a man who is so finely attuned to me?