Tabitha’s POV
The training room had become a sanctuary of sorts—a place where I could channel my energy, my frustration, and my determination. Each punch, each kick, felt like a small victory, a step toward reclaiming the control I had lost. The soreness in my muscles was a constant reminder of how far I still had to go, but it also felt like progress, a tangible sign that I was getting stronger.
Fabrizio’s voice echoed in my mind as I practiced the movements he had shown me. “Balance. Precision. Control.” His words had become a mantra, guiding me as I moved through the exercises. I focused on my breathing, on the rhythm of my body, losing myself in the flow of the training.
I could feel the shift within me—a growing confidence that I hadn’t felt before. It wasn’t just about learning ho
