Spyros’ arms were trembling, his muscles screaming at him. But he pushed himself further into his workout, bench pressing through his repetitions hard and fast. However, the images of Radhika’s body on her living room floor were still there, spread out with blood soaking into the carpet.
It wasn’t going to leave him anytime soon. Even after a night and into the next day. Spyros had been unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Radhika was there. His eyes were burning, and his body told him he needed sleep, but Spyros couldn’t get the body of Radhika out of his mind.
Unable to think of anything else to do, Spyros had set off for the gym as soon as it opened. A part of him wanted to call Barnett-Connelly, simply just to talk to him, but Spyros stopped himself. It was far too early,
