Two hours have passed, and I did everything I could to forget about my dream. Nothing worked. I checked my emails to find one from Reed, saying to dress in comfortable clothes since our training for the first week will be to test our endurance. He also sent pictures of the three men I’ll be training with, along with their names and backgrounds. That way, I’ll know who to look for when I show up at the Meadow Creek Lodge. I’m the only one who doesn’t have any police or military background.
After taking a shower, I put on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, covered by a T-shirt. I also packed a bag with extra clothes to change into later. I have no clue what to expect. I grab my bag, carry it downstairs, and drop it by the door. Amelie is in the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee, st
