Chapter 75 Tristan

• Tristan
• The treadmill’s rhythmic hum fills my bedroom air as I pound away on the machine. Sweat glistens on my naked chest and stomach as I push myself harder with each stride. An hour ago, I escorted Layla to her car after we put Ruby to sleep. We kissed in her car again, and it's taken all the willpower in my bones not to ask her to stay the night.
• Today isn’t over, but it’s one of the few perfect days I’ve had since Deanna died. So, why do I feel so conflicted? I wipe away my face with a towel on the mill. My knees and thighs are burning with pain, but I keep at it, hoping the pain will keep my thoughts at bay.