Several months had passed since I left Ryan’s house.
At first, I thought the change would feel strange forever. Waking up in my sister’s guest room. Eating breakfast with someone who actually wanted to hear how I was doing. Coming home without wondering whether Ryan would be angry, cold, or ready to remind me of everything he hated about me.
But slowly, it became normal.
I had built a routine. Every morning, I woke up early, drank water, ate something before training, and worked out. Some days were difficult. Some mornings, my body felt heavy, and I wanted to stay in bed. I never did. I would put on my workout clothes, tie my hair back, and start.
Marcus wasn’t there anymore. That made a difference. When he was around, I hardly focused on training because of the attention he gave me. I
