She started running in April, the week her sister stopped returning texts. Four miles at first, along the levee, then six, then the loop that took her past the house they grew up in. Somewhere around mile five something opened in her chest and stayed open about forty minutes afterward — through the shower, through the drive, into the first meeting.

She logged everything. People told her she looked incredible and she agreed. On days her sister answered, she ran three easy miles and felt fine. On days her sister didn't, she ran eleven and posted the map. Her physical therapist asked what she was training for. She said she wasn't training for anything, which was true, and heard how it sounded.