Chapter 3

“Yo, Glen!” Jordan called out. “Are you gonna pick up the pace or what?”

Startled from his reverie, Glen realized he had been lagging behind the group. He jogged to catch up, which brought back further memories.

About a year and a half earlier, he had been out for a run on a fine early winter morning. The sky had been hazy, a blanket of white clouds bringing the promise of a light snow and keeping the sunlight from being too bright. Glen had been looking up to admire the pearly field above him when he tripped over Aiden, who was tightening his shoelaces. Aiden, a true New Yorker, had immediately cussed and loudly demanded to know what Glen’s problem was. When their eyes met, Aiden’s expression instantly changed, along with his attitude. Aiden apologized profusely, as did Glen for not looking where he was going. They finished their run together, and Glen had given Aiden his number in case Aiden needed a jogging buddy again.