The engines roar is still fading in my ears, but I can hear her heels against the pavement like gunshots. Sharp. Deliberate. Like she wants me to know sheβs coming. I donβt look up right away. She likes that. Likes it when I flinch first. But I donβt. Not for the woman whoβs been chasing my shadow on the track for two years and somehow crawled under my skin without permission. βNice lap, Calderβ she said. nice try, princess. But second place suits you.
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