Ryder
Training starts today.
Rose stands next to the bed, tying up her sneakers against the mattress.
I sigh.
"We don't have to start today. Come back in bed and lie with me." I whine.
"I already told them today."
I look over at the time. 5:46 am.
"Rose, it's not even 6 yet."
"Good, I told them to be there by 6. We can't be late either. Get up." She puts her foot down and brings up the other. I pout.
"Why so early?" I ask, whining some more.
"Discipline. If they learn to get up and be ready to train when I tell them, I'll know they listen to me."
"Is that what your father said?" I ask seriously.
Her eyes snap to mine and she stares at me. Conflict passes through her expression and she scoffs.
"Why bring him up?" She asks, looking away from me, seeming uncomfortable all of a
