Easton
Aggressive drops of rain struck my face without mercy.
My hair was soaked, my clothes clung damply to my body, and the soles of my sneakers were covered in mud. A freezing, brutal gust of wind threatened to chill me to the bone, but I didn't care.
I kept moving.
One foot in front of the other.
Long strides carrying me through the rain-soaked streets of Seattle.
At some point, the stupid device fastened around my left ankle began letting out a series of loud warning beeps, reminding me that I was forbidden from going beyond the limits that had been established for me.
Without stopping, I turned around and continued running beneath the relentless rain.
"That wasn't our agreement, Mr. Cash. You promised to leave after graduation."
"Then the agreement is off."
"But—"
"I'm not
