I wipe the tears from my eyes and finally look around when Ethan parks the car.
“Wh-what are we doing here?” I ask, finding the soccer stadium in front of us. The same stadium I almost died in.
“We’re here to run,” he answers, smiling then frowning a bit when he looks over at me. There are no lights on in the stadium and no cars in the parking lot, but still, something about this place sends a shot of anxiety through me. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Fiona. Nothing will happen again.”
“Promise?”
I hate that I sound so timid, but I can’t help but remember the large crowds closing in, the pain of being hit and pushed, and the fear from falling.
“I promise.”
Placing my hand in Ethan’s, I allow him to help me out of the car. We stop for a moment so he can grab a black duffl
