Three days had dragged by since that poisonous TV interview, leaving me mentally drained—curled on my bed most hours, emerald eyes dull, raven hair in a messy bun, barely touching meals. Physio was my only anchor, a stubborn routine amid the fog. The three alphas noticed my state, but didn't say anything—giving me space.
I haven't talked Hellen about the company that she has opened. It wasn't the right time as I was surrounded by the three alphas—not getting alone time with Hellen.
Mia bounced in at 10 AM sharp, scrubs crisp, ponytail swinging, wheeling thick blue mats and colourful resistance bands. "Morning, Emily—legs ready to wake up? Same drill, but let's add core stability today. You're looking stronger already, even if it doesn't feel like it."
"What are we going to do today?"
"Actually, I have some work today. So, the session will be short. But tomorrow, I will increase the time limit, and make up for the today's missed time."
