Running on Empty

<p><strong style=color: rgba(34 34 34 1)>Whoever said grief wasn't linear knew what they were talking about. For Logan Traub the last three years have been his own version of hell with one bright spot: Allyson Murphy.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><em>Logan Traub</em></p><p>Three years ago I moved to the small town of Highland Falls. On the outside I had everything together. Inside... well I was a mess. My personal life was summed up in one word: empty. My wife was gone. My life upended. Hobbies that had brought me joy before only brought grief.      </p><p><br></p><p>And then I became friends with Allyson Murphy. Training for a marathon with her gives me purpose but it also lets her worm her way into my life which brings back too many bad memories to count. </p><p><br></p><p><em>Allyson Murphy</em></p><p>We all have twenty-four hours in a day right? I think I've been shorted just a few. The inheritance my grandma left me was enough to move cross country and buy a caf�� in a town where I knew zero people. Zero. Then Logan Traub and his love of baked goods moved into my life and pushed me to dream of more.      </p><p><br></p><p>The man cheered me on as I expanded to a second location. Only problem is you can't burn the candle on both ends and not pay a price. Logan helps me see that there is more to life than work and proving my parents wrong by succeeding despite their lack of belief in me.      </p><p><br></p><p>When he lets down his walls all I want to do is be there when he falls. But how can I catch him when I'm on my way down too?</p>