#Harper
I gulp half a bottle and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist, watching as a training group on the far field is quietly redirected closer to the main ring. Nobody makes a scene and nobody explains. That makes it worse.
“Do I want to know?” I ask Thorne under my breath.
“Not yet,” he says. “But soon.”
“Vague much?" I mutter, and he huffs a laugh.
We go back to work because that’s the point, I guess… Keep moving and keeping your body too busy for your brain to spiral. Thorne runs me through a new pattern that involves shifting weight mid-step and not falling over like a drunk. It’s strangely hypnotic. My thoughts narrow to a thread: step, turn, breathe, watch his shoulders, earlier.
When we break up again, Maya pulls me away from the crowd to stretch. Benji tags along.. Ben
