The three of us set out for training shortly after. Unlike Carlo’s grounds, which sat conveniently beside his house, Leonardo's facility was across town. A brick building with huge windows letting streams of light flood in occupied one side of the street—a place I was sure hadn’t existed when I was last here.
We parked in the spacious lot, squeezing between two other vehicles, and as we stepped inside, I noticed people already milling around, emerging from what appeared to be separate locker rooms. Most of them gathered in clusters, engaged in quiet conversations. When we walked in, a few glanced our way but quickly returned to their own business. The floor had a thin padding; enough to cushion a fall but not enough to prevent bruising.
Chiara and I tossed our bags against the wall, and
