Mia POV

The whistle cut through the air like it always did when Coach Harlan was pissed and I kept driving my legs harder even though every muscle in my body was on fire.

Sweat stung my eyes, my sports bra was plastered to my tits, and my thighs felt like they were about to snap.

I was the best runner on the team, the good prodigy everyone talked about, but right then I just wanted to prove I could push past my limit one more time.

Stupid fucking idea.

My right thigh twisted wrong on the final sprint and pain exploded up my leg like someone had jammed a...