"I was out for run. I like it around here, it's peaceful," Misha said. He verbally answered the question, but his mind was on something else entirely. Bella's demeanor, the tears, even what she was wearing, none of it seemed to add up to what she was saying. He slid down next to her on the bench.
"Catching your breath from what?" he asked, his voice heavy with the implications that plagued his mind.
"You don't look like you've been going for a run, you look like you've been running from something."