Rachel Frampton

Loved

September 9, 2025 They were coming. I could hear them. Heart pounding, lungs aching, I sprinted from the cover of the forest into the tangled field. I trained for this. I trained for this. I willed my breathing to slow, my mind to focus. Guilt battered at the edges of my thoughts, but I pushed it aside. Focus. She knew the truth, and she would believe me. I just had to make it home. I had to see the one who knew me, who only had to look me in the eye and say my name, and my soul remembered. I drew strength from speaking her words to the pounding of my heart.