Reza
The gym is empty.
That’s the first thing I notice. No voices. No movement. Just the low hum of the lights and the faint scent of metal and rubber and sweat worked deep into the walls. The kind of quiet that exists only after hours, when the space isn’t waiting to be used anymore.
It’s resting.
So am I.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I step inside and let the door shut behind me.
Starla lifts her head immediately.
- Empty, she says. But not safe.
- I didn’t come here for safe, I respond, a little breathless even as the thought forms.
I don’t know why I came here instead of my room. I only know that staying still felt worse. That my skin has felt too tight since this afternoon, probably a lot longer than that, like it doesn’t quite fit right anymore. Like every time I s
