Anderson's POV
The bag swung violently as I drove another punch into it, the impact reverberating up my arms.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, soaking the collar of my shirt, but I did not care.
This was not about working out—it was about keeping my mind from combusting.
No matter how hard I hit, it did not erase the frustration boiling in me. Not even my plans for Sarah could distract me from the one thing that had been gnawing at my thoughts all day—Lila’s threat.
I told myself I would wait and see what she would do, but every time I replayed our conversation in the washroom, the unease crawled back.
“You alright in there, man?" Lucas’s voice cut through the haze.
"Yeah, just… working off some steam," I grunted, trying to sound nonchalant.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning casually ag
