Delaney

The next morning I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my pale reflection, coils of dread curling in my gut. I hadn't slept a wink, trying to come up with a way to avoid the run. I had sneaked in the dead of the night to the kitchen for ice packs to help with the slight swelling around my ankle and still took the painkillers dad had packed. The pain had significantly reduced, making things a bit easier.

"What am I going to do?" My hands trembled as I put on black leggings, a white sports bra and a loose black hoodie. I was sweating even though...