I didn't run for two days. On the third, I angrily pulled on my running clothes and ran until I almost passed out. I pushed again the following morning. It became my daily stress reliever. A week after leaving the hospital, I called Killian's mother.
"I tried." I could barely speak because of the sobs built up in my throat.
"I know, dear. Don't cry. Killian will snap out of it. He's stubborn and doesn't want anyone around right now." Weariness was evident in each word Beth spoke.
"Have you seen him?"
"Yes, last night. It wasn't pleasant. If not for his injury, I'd take a two-by-four to his head."
The thought of Killian in pain made me cringe, but her words also helped me gain control of my emotions. "Is someone helping him?"
"Not really. Killian works through these things in his own way and eventually he'll come to terms with he isn't infallible. Shit happens and it's not the end of the world."
