Althea's POV
The familiar sound of the gym envelops me, transforming into a comforting, brown noise. I shift awkwardly on the bench.
"Try these eight-pounders," Eva says, handing me a pair of weights.
I accept them gratefully."Thank you."
She grabs her own weights and sits on the bench beside me." It's not good to miss days when you can't focus on other areas of your body. Besides, I wasn't about to miss this. Not when there's so much gossip to catch on."
I roll my eyes but can't help smiling." Is that why you're here? For drama?"
"Partly." Eva grins, starting her bicep curls."So..... how was the enemy treatment?"
The Mansion.
Taking a break from my reps, I set the weights down as memories flood back - the tension in the kitchen.
"Good," I reply, trying to keep my voice neutral."B
