About a year ago...
“Morning.” I looked up at the sound of her voice, loving the way it cut through the never-ending noise of the gym. Among the constant clicking of machines, the sharp grunts from guys pushing themselves too hard, and the chorus of voices shouting just one more!, Cora's voice sliced through the chaos with surprising ease. It was like she had her own frequency, something my ears could always find and settle into. It brought me an odd sort of peace, one I didn’t even realize I needed until she gave it to me.
“Good morning, Cora,” I replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I knew that smile was something no one else got when they walked through those doors. It was reserved for her. Always had been, even before I realized how far gone I was.
She looked just
