CORRIGAN'S POV
It had been weeks in the rogue camp with Eve and Josh. The camp members still treated me as a stranger, although I blended in a lot better.
I woke up this morning, feeling a little weak and drowsy.
“Ma, are you ok?” Evelyn looked intensely at me, hovering over my bed.
“Uhm, sure,” I made a morning stretch, sitting upright.
“You look pale,” She continued, helping me up and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I feel a little weak, but nothing a few hours of training won't shake off,” I said, urging her to quit worrying.
“You've been training really hard, perhaps you are just stressed?” Her question suggested her concern for my wellbeing, which melted my heart.
“You are right, that's weeks of a training routine all day,” I said, consenting to her suggestion of stress.
“We
