The training field was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that presses in on your chest and reminds you of everything you’re trying not to feel.
Every step he took echoed with Leah’s words.
“It was a mistake.”
“Erase everything.”
Roland’s knuckles slammed into the padded post. Then again. And again.
“Don’t come near me.”
His teeth clenched as he struck harder. A savage growl escaped his throat.
The post wobbled under the relentless assault.
“I need it to be a lie.”
He let out a roar and punched again, harder, until the skin split across his knuckles. He didn’t care. He wanted the pain. He needed it. Anything to distract him from the tight knot of heartbreak in his ribs.
He spun, launched a kick, then another. His movements became wild and desperate, not the controlled accuracy
