The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

thinned there.

The noise fell away.

It was just runners, wind, shoes, breath.

Madison slowed again.

Her hand reached for the railing.

Marcus heard someone ahead call out, “You okay?”

Madison did not answer.

Then she went down.

Not dramatically.

Not like in a movie.

Her knees softened.

Her shoulder hit the dirt beside the trail.

And she was still.

Marcus slowed continue reading …