LINDA

The air conditioning in my Honda Civic was blowing lukewarm air, which was doing absolutely nothing to cool down the sweat dripping all over my body.

I pulled into our long, gravel driveway, my shoulders aching from a brutal ninety-minute leg day at the gym.

I put the car in park, killed the engine, and just sat there for a second, resting my head against the steering wheel. My thighs were burning, my hair was pinned up in a messy, half-fallen bun, and my grey gym shirt felt like a second skin.

All I wanted was a freezing cold shower, a massive glass of iced coffee, and a quiet...