Chapter 7

One late October afternoon, I was jogging on the track.

The sunset had turned the sky a deep orange, and the field was pretty empty, just a handful of sports students practicing their relay race.

After running about three miles, I stopped to drink some water, and then someone handed me a bottle.

It was Jason.

He was wearing a black quick-dry shirt and matching shorts, showing off his toned calves. His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead. He looked like he'd finished a long run himself.

"Here, have some water," he said. "You've been running…