Nadia
“Boxing?” I asked in disbelief. “At five in the morning?”
I had never been much into exercising. At the orphanage, Cliff had been strict with our free time. He liked us best when we were small and broken. Malleable.
Most often, chores had been our main source of entertainment. And whatever time we did get to ourselves, I never had much energy to spend it running or punching some inanimate object, no matter how much anger I had built up within me.
Energy was hard to come by when the meals were s**t and the sleep was restless at best.
My other placements hadn’t been much different.
I couldn’t imagine pulling myself out of bed by my own free will just to spend the early morning trying to re-exhaust myself. And here, with a bed like the one I’d just been pulled out of, I’d been bl
