For the next three days, I was laser-focused on training with Oliver. It was the best thing that I could do for myself considering what was happening.
“Come on Kyla, you can push harder than that,” Oliver said as he rushed to me and threw a punch right in my stomach.
I saw the punch coming and dodged it, returning a leg sweep, but he also saw it coming as he jumped out of the way.
“Good,” Oliver grunted as he landed gracefully, circling me. “But you’re still hesitating. Your instincts are there."
"You just don’t trust them yet, which is why you have me to help guide you.”
He wasn’t wrong. I could feel the power rising faster than ever inside me—quicker to respond, quicker to flare—but I still held back. Always holding back.
Because I didn’t know what would happen if I let go.
Not co
