Ava's POV
By the time training ended, everyone was sweaty, sore and considerably less enthusiastic about my little class than they'd been when they walked in.
Which meant I'd done my job.
Timber dropped onto the mat.
“I can't feel my legs.”
“You don't need them.”
She looked up at me.
“That's not reassuring.”
Brielle collapsed beside her.
“My arms hurt.”
“Good.”
“You're mean.”
“I've been told.”
Mom was stretching while Sonjia and Nettie complained beside her.
True and Tootsie looked tired but functional.
Cloe?
Cloe was lying flat on her back.
“I hate you, big sis.”
I smiled.
“Love you too.”
The front door opened.
I didn't pay attention at first.
Then the entire gym changed.
Not quiet.
Just...aware.
I looked over.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Dad walked in fir
