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Michael is late. He’s never late. For anything. Ever. Maybe Dad didn’t communicate the right day. He looked so tired last night, so it’s possible he said something wrong.
I pull my hoodie off and get to work, starting with a few pull-ups. I move to squats and even run around the training area a few times to get my blood moving. He’s still not here. I don’t know whether I should go to the other training or work on my own. I’m sure that I shouldn’t bother Dad, though.
Maybe this is some kind of test from Dad to make sure I can make the right decision when I need to. Yeah, that’s probably it. I grab my hoodie and turn down the path, headed to training with everyone else. Mom and Dad don’t want me to be alone, so for once, I’ll do what’s expected and go with everyone el
