Sage’s muscles burned as she slammed her fists into the training pads Laura held, but her rhythm was off. Each punch landed with less precision than the last, her form unraveling no matter how many times she tried to correct it.
The gym echoed with the thud of her gloves, but her focus wasn’t here. It was somewhere else—circling, restless, gnawing at her mind.
Laura lowered the pads with a sigh, her brows drawing together. “Alright, stop.” She shook her head, letting her arms drop to her sides. “What’s your problem today? You're not even here.”
Sage exhaled, wiping a strand of damp hair off her forehead. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Her tone was too quick, too defensive, and Laura caught it immediately. She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t give me that. You’re fighting like your head’s on another pl
