Abby
The training session with Karl leaves me feeling both exhilarated and exhausted. We’ve both worked up a good sweat by the time we’re finished, and as we stand there wiping our foreheads with our towels, I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
It’s been a long time since I’ve pushed myself to train like this, and I’m determined to get better. And hell, maybe I’m not quite as weak as I thought I was.
“Thanks for this, Karl,” I say, my voice a little breathless. “I really appreciate your help.”
Karl smirks, his chest rising and falling with his own exertion. “You’ve still got a long way to go, Abby,” he replies. “But you’re making progress.”
I nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, well, I might be here for a while anyway, as long as this restaurant case is still open. Officer
